I stood here when this city was a cave. Face contorted,
angry eyes aflame, spitting vows I couldn't keep. I'm one
for the pearl moon. One for the pearly moon in the sky. I
knelt here, caged and weeping in the wind. Cried aloud
for those who died for me. Whispered prayers for those
who lived. One for the pearl moon. Prayers for the pearl
moon. I slept here, as the grass grew around my head.
Undisturbed though pilgrims called my name. Unimpressed
by children's cries. They cried for the pearl moon! Cried
for the pearly moon in the sky. I rose here, stirred by
rituals in the night. Stars and circles scratched out in
the dust. Double lines and cups of blood - there's blood
for the pearl moon. I will leave here. I'll waste your
cities, I'll smash your walls. Got no mercy, though you
beg me to stop, 'cos I've wasted much too long.