AGAINST THE TIDE (IN THE ARCTIC WORLD)

The arctic views

Its distant vast

And the shifting breeze

That blows 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 were

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

Closes 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

Against The Tide (In The Arctic World)