On bed of mottled rocks
Amid flowers cold as ice
Pray the weak, the old, the poor
Andwhen the tiny onefrom Heaven comes
Crawls inside the chosen skull
Andwhen the tiny one it summons the others
To crawl inside the chosen skull
They build their castles in the heads of kings
Bring life to the empty halls
They build their castles in the heads of kings
And honey will flow once more
Once more
On bed of mottled rocks Amid flowers cold as ice Pray the weak, the old, the poor And when the tiny one from Heaven comes Crawls inside the chosen skull And when the tiny one it summons the others To crawl inside the chosen skull They build their castles in the heads of kings Bring life to the empty halls They build their castles in the heads of kings And honey will flow once more Once morehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xf_4uvymwRw