The spheres in motion wrapped around collapsing stars 
Immortal hands and eyes are framed in fearful scars 
The mystery of living, breathing, dying hard 
 
My name and occupation tattooed on my face 
The stars my destiny, deep space my dwelling place 
Delirious and rotting, where's my saving grace 
 
The stars burn bright 
In the forest of night 
But what mortal hands and eyes will I see there? 
 
I'm locked behind bars 
On the gateway to Mars 
But when all the stars expire will I still be here? 
 
I'll set the villages and colonies aflame 
The bards of history had best forget my name 
Deliriously plotting, Nomad is my fame