North of eden east of the sun
They built their houses of straw
Strayed in shadow hiding from god
Dark is the world they know
But they could see the stars at the horison - and beyond
In the winter's night they brought their dead to be healed
(down they came from the sky)
When the buring shield crossed the sky
(crowned, in stralight)
They fell to the ground in fear
of the visitors...
Under the pale moon far from the sun the stillborn was brought
Clutching a corpse so small she walked to the stones
Hopelessly numb her thought
But she could see the stars at the horison and beyond
A cluster of light from the darkness descending
As they eyes buried through her mind
She cried and spread her army...
For the visitors
They saw the birth of man
now THEY