The full moon shine guides our lonely path Through landscapes of ice death Where the fallen are covered by snow frost In solitude they took their last breath Endless seems that final march The stars sparkle from far away All light is gone, all hope is lost ... The northern wind is becoming stronger Like a hand is grasping for life Tired and weak through deepest snow But unconquered the will to survive No life dwells here we carry on The horizon so dark the march so long Through that desert of winter so cold Through that valley of sorrow so old We keep the secret of a kind yet gone We keep the memory to the children of the sun The ancient cradle is calling we return Following the path into the north As our homes are destroyed in the fog well hide Our solar cross is shining so bright Guiding our path through that endless night Until we will see the hyperborean light
path, snow, march, hyperborean, unconquered