The arctic views its distant vast And the shifting breeze that blew my horizon Where storm clouds mass along the skies Dark and brooding across the blistered broken lands Here flow long streams of freezing water as in a saga it lived once Descended to the brinks that tower to the sky Sound my crying through creation Still Im enlocked on these ridges Where the sun forever vanished Once a world was ever splendid That took my soul Now the world is too old So take me biting winds My soul travels with a black heart When the darkness close in on me Theres this world where I can breathe Still the saga, the saga will live on And the breeze that blew my horizon Behind these waves of ice...
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