High in the Castle of Glass,
A Silver Wheel turns in the night,
Slender hands guide a thread,
Keeping it true, keeping it tight,
As it spins, fate it begins,
To opens its eyes,
Lady of the Moon, of the Stars,
In the Spiral Castle I hear you sing.







Autumn begins to fall,
And the Moon wanes and seasons grow cold.
We all hear the Raven's call,
Some while young, others grow old,
Oh she sings, the last chorus begins,
With a voice as gentle as Winter's Lace,
A new thread through the wheel it is fed,
Woe to those who see her face.