Sélectionnez la langue pour traduire cette parole
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 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 into 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
This here is my place, it is my work
I was made the maker of the sky
I am the maker of the sky
I am the forger of the arc
- Album:
- Under the Red Cloud
- Circle
- The Beginning Of Times
- Skyforger
- Eclipse
- Far from the Sun
- Am Universum
- Tuonela
- Elegy
- Black Winter Day (EP)
- Tales from the Thousand Lakes
- Privilege of Evil (EP)
- The Karelian Isthmus
- Miscellaneous
- Forging the Land of Thousand Lakes
- Magic and Mayhem - Tales from the Early Years
- Sacrifice
- Nuclear Blast Presents Best Metal 2015
- Nuclear Blast Showdown Fall 2015
- Death of a King