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