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...
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