Godlike Machine

To a strange land, land of Pohjola I took my gift, I received it from the gods I melted the knowledge of heaven From the pieces of my heart I built a golden mill I made the heavens, I delivered them I gave the horn of plenty, released them My king sold me to the northland queen I forged and gave her a godlike machine It wasn't enough for the queen of liars To the river of death I also was sent The field of death I furroved I turned the soil black with steaming viper blood In a forest deep underground I hunted a wolf and a bear from the shadows I was offered death as a prize for my great deeds False words, from the tongue of the northland queen A heart turned unto me She whispered the knowledge of gods And gave the missing words of wisdom To me, a creator of heavens A heart turned unto me