In the ma** 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 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 Have we fallen too far to rise and closed our 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