| Whalebones and Crosses
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| Stand against the Arctic sky.
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| The wind blows through the graveyard,
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| Where our fallen fathers lie.
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| Eternal snow that covers them.
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| The shadows of the sun.
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| The mighty struggle on the seas.
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| A way of life is run.
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| I’ll sing for you my father.
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| For the ancient sacred ways.
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| How the hunter loved the hunted.
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| How the night becomes the day.
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| The circle of the mighty spirit
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| Keeps us in its fold.
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| The warmth of understanding like
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| A light shot through the cold.
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| Then bring to me my people.
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| Touch them with your loving hands.
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| Lead them from confusion.
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| Lead them back unto the land.
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| For sickness seems to block their path.
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| It clouds my people’s eyes.
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| The promise that an idle truth
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| Will reap a golden lie.
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| Whalebones and crosses
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| Stand against the Arctic sky.
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| The wind blows through the graveyard,
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| Where our fallen fathers lie.
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| The timeless hunt a journey back
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| To what we once came from.
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| Compassion and nobility
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| Beneath the Midnight Sun.
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| The mighty struggle on the seas.
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| A way of life is run. |