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