Dreaming in Hyperborea (Folkodia)

Under the eternal icebergs Of the bleak and icy Pole Lie the palaces once bright Of fabled Hyperborean lords Many strove to reach them Many more died on the way: A trophy chamber of death Is set before the iron gates... The shields of hoplites rot In a drakkar frozen in time Alongside with the remains Of a Luftwaffe stuka plane... Hidden deep beneath the ice The eldritch halls are still alive With the murmur of a song That eons could not silence... Hyperboreans ancient lords Sleep entombed yet dreaming Of their supremacy over all, Yearning for Apollo's return... When the God of light doth ride On his winged chariot of bronze From the island of his birth To the frostbitten North He shall bring them to life anon With the holy rays of his might And shed his glory as a blessing Upon the Precambrian citadels Of fabled Hyperborean lords..