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