Whalebones And Crosses

Whalebones and crosses
Stand against the Arctic sky.
The wind blows through the graveyard,
Where our fallen fathers lie.
Eternal snow that covers them.
The shadows of the sun.
The mighty struggle on the seas.
A way of life is run.
I'll sing for you my father.
For the ancient sacred ways
How the hunter loved the hunted.
How the night becomes the day
The circle of the mighty spirit
Keeps us in its fold.
The warmth of understanding like
A light shot through the cold
Then bring to me my people.
Touch them with your loving hands
Lead them from confusion.
Lead them back unto the land.
For sickness seems to block their path.
It clouds my people's eyes.
The promise that an idle truth
Will reap a golden lie.
Whalebones and crosses
Stand against the Arctic sky.
The wind blows through the graveyard,
Where our fallen fathers lie.
The timeless hunt a journey back
To what we once came from.
Compassion and nobility
Beneath the Midnight Sun.
The mighty struggle on the seas.
A way of life is run.