Here a star falls down Drifting slowly to the ground Calloused fingers stained with rust Heavy with ash and dust Evening sky looks down Shadows crawling to the ground Weary fingers worn to the bone Harrowed by distant throne Marching over the barren fields Bound by shackles of iron and steel No salvation for wandering eyes Toiling on the line Withering on the vine Here a star falls down Drifting slowly into the ground Calloused fingers chained to the stone Praying for morning sun