O'You ever deliverers of sooth and rest,
In a few I pass the test,
The surgical miracle healed this meek,
The surgical miracle from Widow's Peak,
Born without ears; I'm left out,
Away from you; I'm left with doubt.
O'Ye hovering sojourns I see you,
Everyday, with mine brothers, I wait for you,
I see them shower in your sonic delight,
Peace and purpose in your red eyes burn bright.
O'Floating spheres; bring me the gift,
Now I can take it, now I can't drift,
O'traveling healers; show me the way,
Tonight I stand by the upper bay,
O'prophets of wisdom, I await,
In the name of the emperor, you shall descend.
Rejoice Fessoy!