Dirge to Matra - Septicia

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 him 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. 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 him 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. In your embrace, let them find peace, As we sing his spirit's sweet release. In your embrace, let him find peace, As we sing his spirit's sweet release. [outro]