Thousand years ago
last of the holy ground
no song was sung for joy
no word was said in vain, no
Strike nails on the boat
tar the cold man
kill me and bury me
so the chief's wife softly sings
Dark Land
They built their ships
Three days it took
On these cold plains
Where the Sun seldom rises
Here they pray the spirits
To keep up life
Here they pray for a swift winter
To take the dead to the twilight away
Dark Land