Giddy stars, Legends tell 
Ceasing their hymns 
Falastin attends you now 
Israfel is your name 
So legends guess 
Despisest all pale song 

No one sings so wildly well 
As angel that trods skies 
And red loving moon 
We move: 
And they say 
He fades in our eyes 
We sing now 
Of freedom and rain 
But she is gone 
Brown eyes can't rain no more 
Just marble skin 
Where sun grew up us 

In Heaven, a spirit dwell 
Whose heart-strings are a lute 
Her lyre was, a little gun 
It sang like freedom calls 

I touch the mud 
So sweet 
So warm 
It's inside me 
I touch the mud 
You see 
So warm 
It's inside me 
We touch our mud 
dream 
Our will 
It's a grave in filth 
I touch the mud 
Your eyes 
Your hand 
It's inside you 

No one sings so hardly well 
As poor man that loose 
Love and red loving fear 
As soldier that 
Swim in the fields of bodies 
He holds a lyre of doom 
The doom of earth & wish 
The wish Israphel