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

We are one with the light
At the edge of the sun

We dance under the frozen sun