Skepticism - Forge dalszöveg

The Darkness plain and fertile 
A breeze flame-scented and warm 
Would set a forceful glow 

Sparks from the anvil 
As high as a throne 
Hammers from heights 
Brows with a crown 

A bow from fire to another 
A season of raging decay 
The gates of oblivion 
A the moments of grace