- Many a Garou heart was beating for the blessed Luna light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's lonely croon
- And a thousand claws were flashing by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
- And a thousand claws were flashing by the rising of the moon
All along that singing river, that black mass of Finn was seen
- High above their claws and weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and wyrmkin, strike them hard and smite them doon
- And howl me kin for Gaia! 'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
- And howl me kin for Gaia! 'tis the rising of the moon.