Breathless, so awake
I lament and love this snow land
In this mass chaos
There is nothing but still, and the rustling of breaths
And the freezing beads of sweat
As we run in to the white abyss
"Follow Polaris!"
Looking up, catching a glimpse of the direction
And what is to be our destination
Setting our needs aside we stride with our heads high
And take off into what, is and will be
A new world
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