Sun High
And waves crash the shore
Never again will I see it anymore
Snow cold
And far too cold to breathe
But stars like ripping of teeth
Men lie, and women die
Such is the fate
Of all under the sky
I searched
A branded new world, I found
A land for me, when all else have drowned
Row! I told
The ghosts, I know
Row! I told
Where to death, I go
Such a vast place
The Hyperborean stand
As pillars of ice upon the land
Not disease
Nor old age
Far from labor and battle, they say
Neither by ship
Nor on foot
Would find the marvelous road
Golden bridge
Leads to the sky
Hyperborea, if we die
Row! I told
The ghosts, I know
Row! I told
Where to death, I go
Row! I told
The ghosts, I know
Row! I told
Where to death, I go