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There is an iceberg in the North, where I wait with a black tern—black as the midnight sun, he sits on my arm.


This is an invitation—join me, join me where the sun never sets; join me where it is always night because it is always light.


The iceberg is so blue, blue as Arcturus—and it points ever to Sirius, to the dog star.


This is an invitation—join me, join me where the sun never sets; join me where it is always night because it is always light.


I have built a temple here, deep in the ice caverns. I have stolen a virgin and encased her in ice—she is my altar, I will sacrifice on her.


This is an invitation—join me, join me where the sun never sets; join me where it is always night because it is always light.


This is my fortress, she is my sweetheart and will never melt—ensorcelled ice can sail any sea.


This is an invitation—join me, join me where the sun never sets; join me where it is always night because it is always light.


I sail for the South—I sail for Antarctica, the birds are my messengers and survey the Atlantic. Join me, join me at true North—the South.

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