Frozen winds, the silence calls,
Shadows linger as the night falls.
Through the pines, a fire glows,
A secret only the darkness knows.
We stand in the endless night,
Waiting for the colors to ignite.
Under the northern lights, we rise,
Flames of wonder in the skies.
Through the cold, we find our fire,
Burning bright, our hearts aspire.
The frost bites, the moon hangs low,
Dreams awaken in the aurora's glow.
A fleeting hope, yet still it stays,
Guiding us through the frozen maze.
Through the dark, we come alive,
The light reminds us we'll survive.
Under the northern lights, we rise,
Flames of wonder in the skies.
Through the cold, we find our fire,
Burning bright, our hearts aspire.
Ancient spirits call our name,
Their voices echo, wild and untamed.
Through the storm, we hold our ground,
Until the morning light is found.
Under the northern lights, we rise,
Flames of wonder in the skies.
Through the cold, we find our fire,
Burning bright, our hearts aspire.
Under the northern lights, we stand,
Bound by the fire, one with the land.