Star Turtle 1 — текст песни (Harry Connick, Jr.)

My hands are red

Admittedly, the cross is mine

The time is come

Forsake the brine

Alone with the void for a thousand years

I am the first of the reptillian rocketeers

Doom shins its bitter brink

Its goblins casting stench to pave the way

Im going off to seek the soul

Wholl teach me of the day

A boy will be born in the garden

Ill wait on a patch of green grass

Somehow hell know to find me there

And place a star upon my crust

Well trace the crescents rim

Pawns pursuit of deliverance

My soul a satchel for musical vim

Then Ill return to save my race