As the years and centuries and epochs go by
All things strive towards warmth from the blizard and frost
Why do these birds toward northern lands fly
If for birds to the south the earth must be crossed
Fame and grandeur to them is not wanted
Underneath all that ice leaves from site
And the’ll find a birds paradise granted
As reward for their daring flight
For what could we not live, what could we not dream?
What expelled us to trek on high waves?
We’ve not seen seen the light’s brilliant beam
Seldom brilliance with value behaves
Total quiet - just segulls like lightning
Feed them emptiness from our empty hands
And rewarding us for our silence
Will be the sound of our song when we land.
For so long we have dreamt only white
Other shades of snow do not exist
We’ve been blinded by this brilliant light
But the black line of earth can be seen through the mist
Our throats will let go of silence
Our fear like shadow melts away
And rewarding us for our nights of violence
Will be eternal polar day.
North, will, hope, a land without border
Snow without dirt like a life without lies
Ravens will not gouge our eyes to bring order
Because in these parts no raven flies
Those who did not believe in dark prophecies
Never lay in the snow to rest
As reward for their lonely policies
They’ll be met by a true friend at last.