From horizon to horizon stretches pure unbroken silk. No humans mar a surface like nature's mother's milk. Like an island set beneath the surface low into the sea. Mountains ring in high seclusion as walls to set us free. Snowflakes swirl and bite and sting as pale cold-fire lace, To gust against intruders in this wild and sacred place. Sunlight brighter than imagined by young Icarus in flight, Will laugh a thousand colors then plunge in months of night. Strange and hearty wild things find life beneath this sky, And by their rules you must live or by them you will die. Here you don't exist but dance on razor's frozen edge. All the blood and pain and love the tundra seeks to pledge. North your heart flies out and out and never finds an end. So take my hand and come with me to sell your soul, my friend.