No battles are lost.
No broken vows
His detachment is rushing ahead with his sure command
Trail is lost in the dark.
Below zero degrees
Frail are islands that are on the map southwest of his ship
There're so many hopes
Lost among other peaks.
He is steady as cold. As a flame is unyielding his grip
He is moving ahead.
In the shadows of ice.
From the memory-weathered and hoary cities behind
If I could take the time
Turn it back on a dime
Would that be romantic?
Sheer wonders of routing
But the lighthouse is dim
Hear the call in the wind
This is Captain Arctic
This is Captain Arctic
And the thoughts full of wounds
Bleeding slowly out
Everyone has to cross his meridian as they know how
How sweet are the dreams
Of the different lands
I am blinded by sunlight and fading away in his sails
And non-wavering hand
Turns obedient wheel
Wrapping easily hundreds of winds in the precious white silk
The horizon is high
Weeping orbits amongst
Where pilgrims will find their hermitage of Seven Suns
If I could take the time
Turn it back on a dime
Would that be romantic?
Sheer wonders of routing
But the lighthouse is dim
Hear the call in the wind
This is Captain Arctic
This is Captain Arctic
He brings hopes to all
In the desperate cold
He is the patron saint to the millions of the lost souls
He is moving towards
Endless tears in eyes
With his astonished masts turned upwards the miserly skies
If I could take the time
Turn it back on a dime
Would that be romantic?
Sheer wonders of routing
But the lighthouse is dim
Hear the call in the wind
This is Captain Arctic
This is Captain Arctic