von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)

o hear, o hear, o earth
o hear, o hear, my story
for one day I will return
from the last star of the morning

it was on a foul and barren plain
my soul was hatched in full distain
of all creatures not my kindred

it was among the fiery stars
of my home world I breathed the air
of hatred, beauty and despair

I grew strong as ages past
and traveled far in search of prey
and so stumbled on your world

I fought with ancients wise and bold
I fought them till their hearts grew cold
and when they died I left your world the worse.

When I returned onto my home
I found it ruined; without a soul
(for calamity my kind befell)

Their souls had gone on to the stars
further from here than far is far
and I sang a song in parting

And so I sing and prune my wings
for one last trip of sweet revenge
and death sings, hear it sing.

O fear, o fear o earth
O fear, o fear my glory
soon I shall return
from the last star of the morning.