Ακούς το Travellers Radio – ένα blog που αγαπά τον ήχο όσο και τις λέξεις. Για όσο ροκ αντέχεις ακόμα.
I who have forged the heavens
I also have my king
To northland I was sent
I was cast to distant Pohjola
Enforced by my king’s spells
His orders undenied
From the small crumbs of earth
From the fleece of summer eve
From the memory of a single seed
From the flair of a swan’s feather
I let the milk come seeping
From the heaven, the heaven of my heart
There my skills were known to them all
They all knew my name
All knew of my might
And I forged a godly device
A machine divine
The gates of plenty opened by me
