Sól lyrics

Deep is the well of the past Where matter was born in pain Came a sphere of fire Maker of drought and rain Could a thing withstand its nearness Could a soul survive its blaze Pay a price of fading eyesight In euphoric gaze Paints the skies With fine aurora Overflies The dormant earth All alive Crave for the shine The warmth the drive Of muspelheim Reflects in thousand fragments Lost shadows in diffused light Glows above a sheer animation Eternally bright Paint the sky With fine aurora Overfly And wake the earth