...the lavas that restlessly roll  Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek  In the ultimate climes of the pole  That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek  In the realms of the boreal pole...    it's been not so long I accidently sold  my former frame of reference to the cold  thinking back, remembering, my tale seems so unreal  I'm closed up but the time has come to reveal    anxious, also ignorant, my investigative mind  had led me there and led me to be so blind  haunted are the mountains, I plead for your restraint  or hope for men's survival will be faint    all my days are nightmares and memories haunt my brain  my former mind of knowledge has gone insane    you'll never hear this twice ëcause once I had seen  the sheen that filled the sky soon I'd die the mounts drew the bounds  and I climbed one step too high soon I'd die    the cold that had enwrapped my heart is bound to freeze my eyes  the truth that seemed on our side had covered all with lies  take off my hands, take off my feet take off my ears,  rip out my tongue but don't hurt my mind, don't hurt my sense  don't hurt my intellectual powers    what is frozen you don't feel, what hurts is what you lose  but at this moment I gave up, the ice had blown my fuse  made out of cold, made out of fear God's will attracts,  God; s will is here    all had begun, when led by fear, right at the end of the world  high in the sky, here at the end of the world