concealed by a vision's ember That speaks the words of science grandness And light determination in my soul, To unite with Terra and the mysterious Order
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[Andreas Hedlund] Glacial deserts surround this habitat Where lounges are slaves to the Northern gale An inaccessible position on an inaccessible plat
[Oysten G. Brun] The fuse is about to burn Energy ignites the frames The halo around and through Flares in the sea-color blue The fable is about to
"We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more
[Andreas Hedlund] In this wasteland mankind has found its curse, The suffocative coldness and the ice storms Still, I am standing on a frozen universe
[Oysten G. Brun] The polar sun protrudes through the frozen wilderness As the endeavours of the silent wanderer summon in vain Cease to exist as the
[Andreas Hedlund] I've conjured my visions awake To render excitement to pride I visit the old for this sake And credulously follow the guide, A natural
[Oysten G. Brun] Frozen columns spearing the horizon Gazing throughout the stellar endlessness Alone at the peak of sole endurance Under the blue and
questions Some things you weren't meant to know The greater mysteries Cannot be shown Divided by three They are the maiden, the mother, the crone Finally I found the crone
