lyrics: @undeadchickens

sampled: @leahsophia

(softly) A fractured verse on a yellowed page,

A half-remembered, golden age,

Of silver moons and skies unknown,

And a hero's flight, on starlight thrown.

(softly) Before the sky was scarred and black,

Upon the third moon's silver track,

A port of light, a star-spun pier,

Stood a captain who knew no fear.

Argent Sparrow was his fabled name,

He played the cosmic winds like a gambler's game.

(projected) Then the silence cracked like frozen glass,

A world unmade in a single pass!

Silver turning into dust and fire,

One ship arose, climbing ever higher!

Argent Sparrow at the desperate helm,

Escaping the fall of a dying realm!

(softly) His silver hull, a wounded wing,

Through fields of starlight did it swing.

The void held breath, a silent dread,

As navigation charts ran red.

His mind and helm, a desperate fight,

Towards a world, a distant light.

(with emotion) The journey long, the chances thin,

The echoes of the dying within.

He carried stories, dreams, and might,

A falling star in endless night.

(softly) They say he fell to worlds below,

A silver seed in earthly snow.

And in his hand, a fragment gleamed…

(questioning tone) A whisper of the moon it seemed?