I was seen in stars and sky Whether plated in flesh or gold I am the same as your parents hold, who borrowed sticks and stones, and abandoned heaven's search, for one closer to the earth they all cried out with different names, that called them to the grave I am a seer of air, of j**eled sight, of many names and auspices and signs,
performed in sleights of wooden hand and dealt in miracles of sand and they all cried out with different names, that called them to the grave And when the second flood arrived, there was no one there to die or to interpret all the cries to the invisible on high