Stories tell of magic realms that are buried underground Once upon a time there was a girl wearing the crown Although she lived in bliss and love there was a longing for the earth above for daylight and stars And so she climbed up high to pass the secret gate Blinded by sunlight her memories fade and noone has ever since seen her again they say her spirit survived This is the story of Moana’s return Where am I now? Why did you lead me here? Those rotten walls they scare me, they make me feel that I’ve been here for a long, long time but who is the guard of this hidden shrine? I am the pan, your servant, your friend I am as old as the trees and the wind and I know you will remember your name then I shall take you afar So carry me down This is the story of Moana’s return (to) where faries still live and the moon never dies Where thrones in golden light are waiting This is the tale of her rise and her fall In the shelter of comforting night you shall be questioned till your spirit revives and I’ll be there to guide you through What are you waiting for, girl? Just get it done One: do recover the key from the toad Two: get the deggar, but don’t touch the fruit And three: spill the blood of a poor little boy So carry me down This is the story of Moana’s return… The distance is fading the breathing gets low (and she falls) Nobody else in this place but her and the faun This is the story of Moana’s return (to) where faries still live and the moon never dies Where thrones in golden light are waiting This is the tale remember the tale this is the tale of her rise and her fall