Rejoicing in the Hands - Devendra Banhart

In the dark we are without her empress light

In the dark we are without a light

Half asleep we’re calmly waiting through her night

Half asleep we wait 'til she arrives

Clouds of birds are governing her dark blue sky

Clouds of birds are governing her sky

A rush of wind is gently playing with their wings

And yellow stones are standing on her eyes

All rejoice we are in her hands

When in here hands all rejoice

Owl eyes her sun will rise and light the land