The arctic views it's distant vast

And the shifting breeze that blow my horizon

Where stormclouds mass along the skies

Dark and brooding across the blistered broken land



Here flew long streams of freezing water

In a saga it lived once

Descended to the brinks that tower to the sky

Sound my cry throughout creation

Still I'm enlocked on these ridges

Where the sun forever vanished

Once a world was ever splended

That took my soul



Now the world is too old

So take me biting winds

My sould travel with a black heart



When the darkness close in on me

There's this world where I can breathe

Still the saga will live on

And the breeze that blew my horizon

Behind these waves of ice...