Sun High And waves crash the shore Never again will I see it anymore Snow cold And far too cold to breathe But stars like ripping of teeth Men lie, and women die Such is the fate Of all under the sky I searched A branded new world, I found A land for me, when all else have drowned Row! I told The ghosts, I know Row! I told Where to death, I go Such a vast place The Hyperborean stand As pillars of ice upon the land Not disease Nor old age Far from labor and battle, they say Neither by ship Nor on foot Would find the marvelous road Golden bridge Leads to the sky Hyperborea, if we die Row! I told The ghosts, I know Row! I told Where to death, I go Row! I told The ghosts, I know Row! I told Where to death, I go