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.