Starwatcher, starwatcher in the night Starwatcher, starwatcher bend the light
There´s a rider on the road There´s calamity awaiting to unfold
There is poison in the well There´s the arbor of a distant ringing bell It´s says: hold, hold, hold your ground
Skywatcher, skywatcher rules the day Skywatcher, skywatcher cruel and fey
There are figures on the shore At the laundromat, they´re whispering of war There a lady on the stairs All a-shambling with thistles in her hair Singing: hold, hold, hold your ground Hold, hold, hold your ground