... 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 [bad word] to reveal 

anxious, also ignorant, my investigative mind
and 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 'cause
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 [bad word] 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