In the mass grave of mythology

Lie the legends of the past

Discarded superstitions

Although once held high both in honour and in awe

Now they have fallen too far to rise, and closed their eyes

The time and the tide

From yearning years of want on to dark days of wane

We have walked by the light of the northern star

From frozen fjords of rime out to swift seas of raid

We have sailed by the light of the northern star

The northern night has never seen

The southern cross shine bright

Across the colder seas under rain ridden skies

We go on by the light of the northern star

May the mighty Mjølnir nail the bleeding

And naked Nazarene upon the pagan planks

Pound in the painful nails now

And hang him high and dry

Or have we fallen too far to rise and closed our eyes

The time and the tide

Have we fallen too far to rise and closed our eyes

The time and the tide