I am the Starwatcher

silver son 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 thee pray then...

ye while son of a Worm

Did thee not weep

of vengeance, back then ?

No, it was a feeble begging

for what, who and when ?

Ye could just 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 meat with a grin

hoping 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 beings

Music: Azhemin

Lyrics: T. Mensivu