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?