Skyforger

Inside this nonexistence

I know very clearly

The directions, of 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 drain 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