I have a wish to sing of time before the beginning
When nothing was all, but how to sing of nothing?
So I sing of the beginning the birth of all creation
The borders of nothingness, the substance of inception

The solitude of space my uncaring mother
My father salt of the sea

Still unborn I remained unopened the narrow gate
Unborn in my hiding place, no release by my maker
Wrapped around my darkness I knew my that time was waiting
I felt the passage of the days and nights and northern stars

The solitude of space my uncaring mother
My father salt of the sea
The void and infinity were never ending
Time had no beginning

The songs were born into my mind
The knowledge of the stars
The stories before and after
The spells of war and peace

The birth of the world was my birth too
I found the land, began the time
From shorelessness of the sea
From underneath the space

The songs were born into my mind
The knowledge of the stars
The stories before and after
The spells of war and peace

The birth of the world was my birth too
I found the land, began the time
From shorelessness of the sea
From underneath the space

I have a wish to sing of time before the beginning