Lord Weird Slough Feg Tiger! Tiger!
The spheres in motion wrapped around collapsing stars
Immortal hands and eyes are framed in fearful scars
The mystery of living, breathing, dying hard
My name and occupation tattooed on my face
The stars my destiny, deep space my dwelling place
Delirious and rotting, where's my saving grace
The stars burn bright
In the forest of night
But what mortal hands and eyes will I see there?
I'm locked behind bars
On the gateway to Mars
But when all the stars expire will I still be here?
I'll set the villages and colonies aflame
The bards of history had best forget my name
Deliriously plotting, Nomad is my fame
