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Raging storms thrash the coast of our land

The wild water beats, our vessels command

The seas bellow deep, fierce, and wild

Yet their whipping waves lift us, beguiled

From threats, they call, to waters mild

From threats, they call, to waters mild

In the land of the Northern light's gleam

Jade flows above like a lucid stream

White trails below, stitch an icy seam

Through naked plains, they twist and beam

We walk our paths, the maps in our blood

Fathers and sons, in the absence of god

Fathers and sons, in the absence of god

Under the heavens, with stars ablaze

We witness the glimmer, the emerald haze

Ever-shifting skies, like an artist’s brush

A masterpiece of light with each celestial rush

We walk our paths, the maps in our blood

Fathers and sons, in the absence of god

The starlit sky, our undying guide

We march our stitches, our spirits abide

Under the heavens, with stars ablaze

We witness the glimmer, the emerald haze

Ever-shifting skies, like an artist's brush

A masterpiece of light with each celestial rush

The starlit sky, our undying guide

We march our stitches, our spirits abide

Under the heavens, with stars ablaze

We witness the glimmer, the emerald haze

Ever-shifting skies, like an artist's brush

A masterpiece of light with each celestial rush

Fathers and sons, in the absence of god