In the silence of the cosmos, where the heavens weave their light
Stands the Watcher of the Throne, in robes of purest white
With eyes of burning sapphire, and wings like morning's dawn
Metatron, the voice of God, on winds of time is drawn

Oh, Metatron, your wings unfurl
Across the stars, your words do swirl
Guardian of secrets, keeper of lore
Speak to us now, forevermore

From the heights of endless glory, where the sacred rivers flow
He counts the deeds of mortals, in the book where all things grow
With a pen of living fire, he inscribes the cosmic law
His voice, a choir of angels, that leaves creation in awe

Oh, Metatron, your wings unfurl
Across the stars, your words do swirl
Guardian of secrets, keeper of lore
Speak to us now, forevermore

In the echoes of eternity, where time and space entwine
He guards the sacred threshold, where the mortal meets divine
With each word, a world is born, with each breath, a storm is stilled
The mysteries of the universe, by his hand are willed

He stands within the fire, yet the flames do him no harm
For he is made of light and love, his essence pure and calm
From the highest of the heavens, to the earth where shadows creep
Metatron, the mighty scribe, watches over us as we sleep

Oh, Metatron, your wings unfurl
Across the stars, your words do swirl
Guardian of secrets, keeper of lore
Speak to us now, forevermore

So sing, oh children of the stars, of the angel who is nigh
For in his light, we find our way, beneath the endless sky
Metatron, we call your name, in whispers soft and clear
Guide us through the darkness, with your voice we have no fear