Once there was a peculiar man
Who was destined to be a lonely wanderer
Northern son, a boat-builder he was:
Strong and deep his desire to change the world

Can one man ride the waves and the winds
Just for pleasing the gods and their majesty?
To hit the road to redeem your own sins
Would have meant joining them for eternity

Not my time, I'm not ready to die!
Is this really the end of the story?
Northern lights will appear in the sky
May my spirit be embraced by the glory

Loud the roar of the ocean below
Overlaying the sound of a solemn prayer
Sent the raven towards the unknown
Of the chance of a failure he was aware

Oh brave man, you will find a new land
Born of fire and ice as it's meant to be
Feel the breeze and caress the black sand
You'll discover the truth that will set you free!

Come this far, I am not going back
Am I alive? Give me a sign!
Not my time, I'm not ready to die!
I will make it, one way or another
Northern lights will appear in the sky
Giving birth to the place to start over

Not my time, I'm not ready to die!
I will make it, one way or another
Northern lights will appear in the sky
Giving birth to the place to start over

Yet sometimes we just need a few signs
To discern what is fake, what is real
Read inside of your soul and your mind
You will know what to do, how to feel

Not my time, I'm not ready to die!
I will make it, one way or another
Northern lights will appear in the sky
Giving birth to the place to start over

Yet sometimes we'd just need a few signs
To discern what is fake, what is real
Read inside of your soul and your mind
You will know what to do, how to feel