In the mass grave of mythology
Lie the legends of the past,
Discarded superstitions,
Although once held high
Both in honour and in awe.
Now they have fallen
Too far to rise,
And closed their eyes,
The time and the tide.
From yearning years of want
On to dark days of wane
We have walked by the light
Of the northern star,
From frozen fjords of rime
Out to swift seas of raid
We have sailed by the light
Of the northern star.
The northern night has never seen
The southern cross shine bright,
Across the colder seas
Under rain ridden skies
We go on by the light
Of the northern star.
May the mighty Mjølnir
Nail the bleeding
And naked Nazarene
Upon the pagan planks,
Pound in the painful nails now
And hang him high and dry?
Or have we fallen
Too far to rise
And closed our eyes
The time and the tide?
Have we fallen
Too far to rise
And closed our eyes
The time and the tide?