Ancient Eyes

Through the stars, the Turtle comes
Drifting past, a thousand suns
Under the weight, of Discworld
Large as worlds, and old as Time
Through the long Galactic night
Under the weight of Discworld
Staring out, through ancient eyes
Out of nowhere, into nowhere
Through a billion stars, he flies
Under the weight, of Discworld
On and on, the Turtle flies
The Colour of Magic, fills the skies
As morning breaks, on Discworld
One by one, they wake and rise
Shake the magic, from their eyes
Blaming, the Gods for Discworld
Staring out, through ancient eyes
Out of nowhere, into nowhere
Through a billion stars, he flies
Under the weight, of Discworld
Staring out, through ancient eyes
Out of nowhere, into nowhere
Through a billion stars, he flies
Under the weight, of Discworld