Once upon a time
In the land of snow,
There was a great Empire,
Vanished long ago.
The platoes of the Arctic
Were home to a great race
Spirit, valour and wisdom
Were their common traits.
Under the Northern Lights,
During a half-year night,
Under the virgin snows
Ancient wisdom lies..
Descendants of Arctida!
Your hands and souls are weak,
You tradedyourselves for gold,
Your values are so sleek...
Aim your lives at perfection,
The legacy of the Wise,
And banners of Hyperborea
Might once again arise...
Under the Northern Lights,
During a half-year night,
Under the virgin snows
Ancient wisdom lies....