Birds fly backwards beyond your dream Waterfalls fly upwards, a land of extreme Can't open my eyes, the wind has a bite Amidst this landscape, volcanoes and ice Fifty miles from the North Pole It gets so cold it can freeze your soul
Cleft in the earth, nowhere to turn Frost in the eyes, the ice that burns
Arctic fire, rippling sky Shimmering in curtains of light
We are one with the light At the edge of the sun
We dance under the frozen sun We dance this land shimmering
Fifty miles from the North Pole It gets so cold it can freeze your soul