Godlike Machine

To a strange land, land of Pohjola

I took my gift, I received it from the gods

I melted the knowledge of heaven

From the pieces of my heart I built a golden mill



I made the heavens, I delivered them

I gave the horn of plenty, released them



My king sold me to the northland queen

I forged and gave her a godlike machine

It wasn't enough for the queen of liars

To the river of death I also was sent

I was sent



The field of death I furrowed

I turned the soil black with steaming viper blood

In a forest deep underground

I hunted a wolf and a bear from the shadow



I was offered death as prize for my great deeds

False words from the tongue of the northland queen



A heart turned unto me

She whispered the knowledge of gods

And gave the missing words of wisdom

To me, a creator of heavens



A heart turned unto me