Beyond the Forests

And into the frozen north, looking at the other apex of the year.

In icy winter's chill,

The biting cold can sap your will,

But inside you warmth will burn,

As to you forebears land you do return.

A chain of generations long unbroken,

With its deep and sacred bond awoken.

You are the man from the northern land,

On the shoulders of the ancestors you stand.

With spirit and line that will never end,

Enduring all that the fates may send.

Beyond the forests under ice blue sky,

Beneath the God of the North's watchful eye.

Hyperborea, land of the north wind.