Stars From the Sky is an ancient Praesi song.
Lyrics[]
"Long have I
walked the shore
Known ruin, drunk bitter wine
Brewed in dying light of yore
Before triumph did resign
In shaded Wolof I
knew
Rest beneath the sycamore
Yet as the western wind blew
My heart cried out for more
Born grieving, I will
die
Holding naught in my hand
So why not reach out and
Pluck stars from the sky?
I have known
kings, petty men
Of pettier kingdoms still
Clutching tight their
stolen wen
Using them up to their fill
And the poets weep, when did
We become a people
ruled?
The empire folly
undid
Was raised by people
subdued
Born grieving, I will die
Holding naught in my
hand
So why not reach out
and
Pluck the stars from
the sky?
So let me dance with
ghosts,
Beautiful, hungry
devils
Let me face great
hosts
In dark and bloody revels
I will tread the isle
blessed
I will burn the fields of red
And should arrant come the west
The river will be fed
Born grieving, I will
die
Holding naught in my
hand
So why not reach out
and
Pluck the stars from
the sky?
I have shared a bed with doom
Danced with death as
a lover
Long have I dreamt of
my tomb,
And no dream lasts
forever
But now that the night has come
I raise my hand to
the sky
And one last time I
succumb
To that old, beloved
cry
Born grieving, I will die
Holding naught in my
hand
So why not reach out
and
Pluck the stars from
the sky?
So why not reach out and
Pluck the stars from
the sky?"