March of the Masked Moon (אֲדָר Parade)

"[Verse 1] Snare on the corner, brass in the breeze, Boots on the pavement in laughing degrees. We’re proud in the daylight, confident at night, Masks on our faces, but our joy is in sight. [Chorus] Left—right—lift it higher, This month’s a drumline of holy fire. Jubilant, triumphant, hearts in proof, In אֲדָר we raise the roof. [Verse 2] Flags made of sunlight, ribbons that gleam, Elated in motion like a waking dream. Thrilled by the rhythm, energized feet, We turn every street into festival beat. [Bridge] Call it a commandment, call it a song: Increase the joy—carry it long. [Final Chorus] Left—right—lift it higher, This month’s a drumline of holy fire. Jubilant, triumphant, hearts in proof, In אֲדָר we raise the roof."