The Piles Of The World

First there were only the depths of the sky
No heaven, no earth and starless nights
No life, no darkness and no light
An eternal emptiness and no time
And a giant had to die for the new world
His flesh became the soil, and his blood the seas
His bones became mountains and stones
And his head was the heaven with its clouds
Then there were North and South, heaven and earth
A dark abyss and icy streams
And they caught the fire and made the stars
The time was created - night and day
And so the mights of the world were created
And with the seasons time became an eternal flow
Living and dying, fading and growing
Till tomorrow they will built the piles of the world