The Bee

A fire in the sky

Ablaze the spark beyond the stars

Its gleaming wings will cut their way

Through the silent paths of space

Planets whirl, suns are lit

Mountains fly, stars are dimmed

Its golden sabres tear through time

In the night of the river of death

Fly the silent prince electors

On the banks of Tuonela

Bleach the skeletons of kings

Their skulls of sugar sickly sweet

Their bones piled up on the shore

On bed of mottled rocks

Amid flowers cold as ice

Pray the weak, the old, the poor

And when the tiny one from Heaven comes

Crawls inside the chosen skull

And when the tiny one, it summons the others

To crawl inside the chosen skull

They build their castles

In the heads of kings

Bring life to the empty halls

They build their castles

In the heads of kings

And honey will flow once more

Once more

In the night of the river of death

Fly the silent prince electors

And when the tiny one from Heaven comes

Crawls inside the chosen skull

And when the tiny one, it summons the others

To crawl inside the chosen skull

They build their castles

In the heads of kings

Bring life to the empty halls

They build their castles

In the heads of kings

And honey will flow once more

Once more