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Raging storms thrash the coast of our land
The wild water beats, our vessels command
The seas bellow deep, fierce, and wild
Yet their whipping waves lift us, beguiled
From threats, they call, to waters mild
From threats, they call, to waters mild

In the land of the Northern light's gleam
Jade flows above like a lucid stream
White trails below, stitch an icy seam
Through naked plains, they twist and beam

We walk our paths, the maps in our blood
Fathers and sons, in the absence of god
Fathers and sons, in the absence of god

Under the heavens, with stars ablaze
We witness the glimmer, the emerald haze
Ever-shifting skies, like an artist's brush
A masterpiece of light with each celestial rush

We walk our paths, the maps in our blood
Fathers and sons, in the absence of god
The starlit sky, our undying guide
We march our stitches, our spirits abide

Under the heavens, with stars ablaze
We witness the glimmer, the emerald haze
Ever-shifting skies, like an artist's brush
A masterpiece of light with each celestial rush

The starlit sky, our undying guide
We march our stitches, our spirits abide
Under the heavens, with stars ablaze
We witness the glimmer, the emerald haze
Ever-shifting skies, like an artist's brush
A masterpiece of light with each celestial rush

Fathers and sons, in the absence of god

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