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