In the snow on a frosty night I hurry, until the dawn arrives
Through the winter blizzard that cuts me with its steel cold hand.
I silently follow the animal tracks in silence, so long that strength in me survives,
I don't feel weak because you with me stand
It fills me, my thoughts and my feelings from birth,
Ice cold water hid from the rest of the world this paradise
I follow the cold of sleepin, grave fronzen earth
Towards that one day wakes it up with the memory of eternal ice
The source of a tragedy - Northern storm evisions
It fills blue eyes with sorrow sight,
of the most farthest, hidden insidious visions
Thule, frozen in the Arctic Night.
The blink of awakening is sheltered within sensations,
From useless views, from vain doubts, from vanities of human art.
Covered with the shell of ice charmed against low aspirations
Hidden in the depths of my hear
In the Split between the worlds, in the twilight of existencer of our selves
(where the children of the winter greet their chieftan)
In his unassailable fortress on the other side of the pole
the chieftain await his moment
(There where banners fly in ice blast)
Where the mysteries are tied together, streams the energy of vril
(Where the brave hearts sing song to the dawn!)
Souls of Heroes in great aspirations
unite reality and legend
Thule, frozen in the Arctic Night -
From useless views
From mean yearnings
From human vanities sheltered ...
The God of the Storm laughs, waiting for fight!
Charmed by ashes of cosmos
In the darkness and the cold, Thule,
The guardian of the spear stronghold
Triumphal hymns are ready, waiting for the death of the vilest of mankind
The symbolf of immortal values wich i have withing my mind
The sight of blue eyes, confronting the world from the west to the east
My conscience rises above the ugliness of human beast,
Theorasology!
