I am the Starwatcher  silver son of Moon  The crow's lightened wing  and earth's son too  I make thunder trees  and shape thine growing eyes  Wither thy loved ones  I am the father of time  (In this blue chamber)  Ye saw me storm  did thee pray then...  ye while son of a Worm  Did thee not weep  of vengeance, back then ?  No, it was a feeble begging  for what, who and when ?  Ye could just have sat  in a rock with thine skin  as a momentous figure of them  Fragile are thee to wait for a win  Thus a bone of mine looks inside  of thine eager meat with a grin  hoping to gush out with joy.  Slowly thee die with me inside  Like serpent I am to gleam,  within thee I do always dream.  And slither to thine soul as it seems;  Mine shade is kingdom of beings  Music: Azhemin  Lyrics: T. Mäensivu