Becoming The Archetype The Sky Bearer
I Carried the sky on My BACK
I Caught it the day that it FELL
ALL
Of the world had turned BLACK
And stared into
THE MOUTH OF HELL
It crushed all the mountains
And the tops of the TREES
For a moment it even brought Me to MY KNEES
On my shoulders I lifted impossible WEIGHT
Up the mountains I bore
UNBEARABLE FREIGHT
It was in silence that I arose
And in silence infin-it-y closed
There are no words wasted
When death is tasted
IT WAS IN SILENCE THAT I AROSE
AND IN SILENCE INFINITE CLOSED
THERE ARE NO WORDS WASTED
WHEN DEATH
WHEN DEATH. IS. TASTED.
I Carried the sky on my BACK
ALL
Of the world had turned BLACK
And stared into
THE MOUTH OF HELL
It crushed all the mountains
And the tops of the TREES
For a moment it even brought me to MY KNEES
On my shoulders I lifted impossible WEIGHT
Up the mountains I bore
UNBEARABLE FREIGHT
