Darkness was my light Muteness was my tongue Death was my life Matter was my spirit I am a brother to the fire To fire a brother I am From breast of
I who have forged the heavens I also have my king To northland I was sent I was cast to distant Pohjola Enforced by my king's spells His orders undenied
Slowly turns the key of time In the lock of promises broken In mute silence of my space I crouch under my yearning Under my yearning The works of my
Sparks sent flying, my mind thundering The room of my heart flashing to the sky The flaring of fumes fill my senses Pervade this room and this space
From my world the sun faded And the moon from my sky was gone with stars I came home to a bleak room of sorrow Forsaken house, place of grief, in solitude
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
From the misty dreams of nighttime I sought the clarity of my days From the gates of longing Looked for the familiar glow The death of my wife's slayer
In the bowels of rocky mountain A fiery bird I forged Forged from iron, from molten steel A flaming eagle, majestic beast On the wings of my eagle To
Translation: Amorphis. Skyforger.
: Sparks sent flying, my mind thundering The room of my heart flashing to the sky The flaring of fumes fill my senses Pervade this room and this space
: I who have forged the heavens I also have my king To northland I was sent I was cast to distant Pohjola Enforced by my king's spells His orders undenied
: From the mystic dream of a nighttime I saw the clarity of my days From the gates of longing Looked for the familiar glow The death of my wife's slayer
: From my world the sun faded And the moon from my sky was gone with stars I came home to a bleak room of sorrow Forsaken house, place of grief, in solitude
: In the bowels of rocky mountain A fiery bird I forged Forged from iron, from molten steel A flaming eagle majestic beast On the wings of my eagle
: Under the vault of heavens I stood alone, waiting The blaze of silver shining in my eyes My hands of gleaming gold The red of iron in my veins The
: Got a maid from the lands of north A wife from lands of strange The work of gods was at last replaced By days and nights of men She wakes beside me
: Slowly turns the key of time In the lock of promises broken In mute silence of my space I crouch under my yearning The works of my gods receding now
