كلمات Star Turtle 1

My hands are red Admittedly, the cross is mine The time is come Forsake the brine Alone with the void for a thousand years I am the first of the reptillian rocketeers Doom shins its bitter brink Its goblins casting stench to pave the way Im going off to seek the soul Wholl teach me of the day A boy will be born in the garden Ill wait on a patch of green grass Somehow hell know to find me there And place a star upon my crust Well trace the crescents rim Pawns pursuit of deliverance My soul a satchel for musical vim Then Ill return to save my race