The Sky Bearer

Becoming The Archetype

Compositor: Becoming the Archetype

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 infinity closed
There are no words wasted
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