[Verse] In the vast expanse of darkness, where no stars do shine A farmer dwells in solitude, within the void's confines Tending to his fields of ruin, where nothing seems to grow In the Boötes-void he wanders, a reaper all alone [Verse 2] His hands calloused and weathered, from years of toiling soil His heart burdened and weary, from loneliness and toil He prays and he perseveres, in the face of empty space A farmer in the void, finding solace in his grace [Chorus] In the Boötes-void, where silence reigns supreme A farmer finds his purpose, in a never-ending dream Through the shadows and the darkness, he plants seeds of hope In the depths of emptiness, a farmer learns to cope
