Dreaming in Hyperborea

Under the eternal icebergs

Of the bleak and icy Pole

Lie the palaces once bright

Of fabled Hyperborean lords

Many strove to reach them

Many more died on the way:

A trophy chamber of death

Is set before the iron gates...

The shields of hoplites rot

In a drakkar frozen in time

Alongside with the remains

Of a Luftwaffe stuka plane...

Hidden deep beneath the ice

The eldritch halls are still alive

With the murmur of a song

That eons could not silence...

Hyperboreans ancient lords

Sleep entombed yet dreaming

Of their supremacy over all,

Yearning for Apollo's return...

When the God of light doth ride

On his winged chariot of bronze

From the island of his birth

To the frostbitten North

He shall bring them to life anon

With the holy rays of his might

And shed his glory as a blessing

Upon the Precambrian citadels

Of fabled Hyperborean lords..