| Searching the Northern passage to the Indies
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| And yes we found the northern passage
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| The northern passage to hell
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| This world it turned into ice
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| The sun has set for the months to come
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| A landscape in the twilight zone
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| The somberness of winter
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| I walk between pools of frozen blood
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| It’s 1896 my voyage has stranded before the gates of hell
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| Doom is in my eyes
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| Our ships is stuck in the ice
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| I don’t know where we are
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| And I don’t know where we’ll go
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| Travelling. |
| Endlessly. |
| Like in a labyrinth
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| The forst is hardening my breath
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| The dark gaps in the ice reflect the thoughts of my wrecked mind
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| The only company I have is the skeleton that never leaves my side
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| Did we reach the ninth ring of hell?
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| There where the traitors freeze
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| The northern passage to hell (Nova Zembla)
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| Nothing left to eat but ourselves (Nova Zembla)
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| I hear the clapping of hooves behind me
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| I know my time had come to die
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| I await his embrace
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| I’ve fallen from grace
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| I’ll never reach home
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| The somberness of winter |