Oh how wonderful my dear sister is

the kindest ruler that this land has known

And for that the ponies sing her praises

But they forget that she is not alone



Though she is the one who turns night to day

They forget that they also need me

Who do they think drives their fears away?

For I turn bad dreams into those of glee



Oh why do they worship my sister so?

It should be me whom they all sing in praise!

They must all learn to love the night's soft glow

Dusk will be the last of the sun's cruel gaze



The sun's final hour is coming soon

For now is the time of the nightmare moon!