A lifeless expanse sits beneath a vociferous sky A bolide flood from the furthest depths From the arid remains of storm ravished land A slurry forms of ash and bone Fruition constructed at the hand of light and wind The mortal world now in permanence The first generation of human existence Shaping the land with muddy palms Their own creation amidst the caverns Construction of stick and loam Woven seamlessly with that of their creator This village has its dawn amongst the canyons