I am the Starwatcher Silver sun of Moon The crow's lightened wing And earth's son too I make thunder trees And shape thine growing eyes Wither thy loved ones I am the father of time (In this blue chamber) Ye saw me storm Did they pray then... Ye while son of a Worm Did they not weep Of vengeance, back then? No, it was a feeble begging For what, who and when? Ye just could have sat In a rock with thine skin As a momentous figure of them Fragile are thee to wait for a win Thus a bone of mine looks inside Of thine eager meet with a grin Haping to gush out with joy Slowly thee die with me inside Like serpent I am to gleam, Within thee I do always dream. And slither to thine soul as it seems; Mine shade is kingdom of beeings