I will sing of the stars
In the darkest skies
Trace the shape of the Moon
With my bleeding tongue
As I taste the flames of the Sun

I shall shape the virgin earth
With my dirtiest words
Cradle flower buds in the palms
Of my outstretched hands
As its vines will creep over land

We shall let the waters flow
We will let the trees grow
And even the gods will know
What is their place

Will you hum along with me
When I sing to the storm
Trace their silver lining
And leave nothing untold
As I sing the song of this world

Music makes the stars shine
Of nightly boasting beaming pride
They even make the gods cry
Of beauty and grace

I will sing of the stars
In the darkest skies
Trace the shape of the Moon
With my bleeding tongue
As I taste the flames of the Sun