Pale, sliver moon, won't you rise?
Won't you lift your eye tonight?
I see a rusted orb in the sky,
And a hole of black there nigh.
Frame of onyx velvet seams,
Wooden glowing magic stick,
Golden eyes which see all time
As it passes for the river below.
Knowledge in your twisted mind,
Held by power in a yellowed hand,
Changed with ambition of the heart,
Fear and pain finally cast aside.
You are a dozen lights of dark
Which only all must fear.
You are the striking fist of night
Chilling the hearts of gods.
Always with strength of thought
You will control, a might unseen,
Unknown till this very day and night.
Now fear will rule with power's hand.
Raistlin, Raistlin of the Dark,
Strong is the power you would wield,
High is the ambition your heart holds,
And the danger near, yours to know.
Won't you lift your eye tonight?
I see a rusted orb in the sky,
And a hole of black there nigh.
Frame of onyx velvet seams,
Wooden glowing magic stick,
Golden eyes which see all time
As it passes for the river below.
Knowledge in your twisted mind,
Held by power in a yellowed hand,
Changed with ambition of the heart,
Fear and pain finally cast aside.
You are a dozen lights of dark
Which only all must fear.
You are the striking fist of night
Chilling the hearts of gods.
Always with strength of thought
You will control, a might unseen,
Unknown till this very day and night.
Now fear will rule with power's hand.
Raistlin, Raistlin of the Dark,
Strong is the power you would wield,
High is the ambition your heart holds,
And the danger near, yours to know.