On the borders of the maps Behind the degrees of latitude Between mars and jupiter I draw shimmering outlines
There where they sing Those graceful songs There where the stars are black Where the sun devours its children There where they sing Those graceful songs There where the stars are black
In the middle of sketches In the failure of this mankind I'm trapped in this fear I see the human being
In the cauldrons of clay Beneath the surface of bronze Mixed with the molten core There pounds the purest heart
On the dry lips of the dead Here and somewhere else In the snow of the universe You see and hear my hearse
They sing, those songs Stars are black, devour your children