Skyforger

Inside this nonexistence I know very clearly The directions, all the points Of every potential quarter I forge my wisdom into an arc surrounding all! I forge my heartbeat to a dome all-heavens-wide! I know the Sun and the moon The names of stars Their movement and purpose I mark the place of Polaris on these impossible heights I forge my wisdom into an arc surrounding all! I forge my heartbeat to a dome all-heavens-wide! I forge the horizons I craft them for flowing blood! I forge the places Precise for silver, precise for gold! In solitude, I measure out the range of barren lands I draw unto the nothingness the intersecting curves I look at all directions, I look at one clear point I see them all come together I see into the heart! I see into the heart! This here is my place, it is my work I was made the maker of the sky I forge the horizons I craft them for flowing blood! I forge the places Precise for silver, precise for gold! I am the maker of the sky I am the forger of the arc I am the maker of the sky I am the forger of the arc The maker of the sky The forger of the arc