Hmmmm, the glaciers hum so low,
In frozen lands where few dare go.
The winds carve whispers in the ice,
Of ancient kings and sacrifice.

Hmmmm, the tundra sings of cold,
Where silver wolves and reindeer bold
Tread lightly on the frosted ground,
In silence deep, no mortal sound.

Hmmmm, the stars above shine bright and clear,
Guiding ships through night’s frontier.
In every flake, a story’s spun,
Of ice and fire, moon and sun.