Dirge to Matra

Verse 1: Beneath the moon's waning gaze, we tread, Through whispering winds, the paths of the dead. Mother of Spirits, guide his soul, Through starlit skies, where night winds toll. Chorus: Oh, Mother of Spirits, take his hand, Across the Veil to the twilight lands. In your embrace, let them find peace, As we sing his spirit's sweet release. Verse 2: Under your watchful eyes, we weep, Where shadows dance and willows sweep. Through silver mists, your call we hear, Lead him beyond, where no one fears. Chorus: Oh, Mother of Spirits, take his hand, Across the Veil to the twilight lands. In your embrace, let them find peace, As we sing his spirit's sweet release. Chorus: Oh, Mother of Spirits, take his hand, Across the Veil to the twilight lands. In your embrace, let him find peace, As we sing his spirit's sweet release. [outro]