Vārdi: Jethro Tull. A Passion Play (Edit #8).

Colours I've none; dark or light, red white or blue.
Cold is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by name I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace, called on, to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my oversight grew.

Fell with mine angels from a far better place,
offering services for the saving of face.
Now you're here you may as well admire
all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation.

Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
seen in the sky (flashing).
I just lit a fag and then took my leave in the blink of an eye.

Passionate play; join round the maypole in dance,
primitive rite (wrongly).
Summoned by name I am the overseer over you.