Wandering alone
Desolate sky above
Nothing to guide, destitute eyes
Aimlessly rambling

Turning to stone, everything
Calling for you, quickening

Traveling through the fields
Sharpening iron and steel
Harvesting bones, to calcify
You wait for the gathering

Turning the steel, glistening
To know everything, to be everything

Drifting into the flame
Dancing with gilded blade
Into the fire, abandoning sky
Prepared for the reckoning

Calling to me, quickening
To know everything, to be everything