Borknagar

The guest of omniscience
Forthright eloquence
To behold the end of horizon
Observation of foresights
Inhaling circulations of the soul
The aura of stars, the fusion of frequencies
Measure of all, the blur of the frame that ceases
The certitude of generations adherent
Porpotual folkways of the soul sphere
I grant my visions, the burden I bear
The aura of stars, the fusion of frequences
Measure of all, the blur of the frame that ceases
I am midst by the cause of reality
Entwined by the senses of fantasy
I have walked through fields of grievance
Eras of spiritual fragmentation
I have walked through the wood's of peasants
Dawn of the souls solar morning
The certitude of generations adherent
Porpotual folkways of the soul sphere
I grant my visions, the burden I bear