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