Sailing through the snowy portal
Far in the Mountainous North
As glaciers turn to crystals
Across the Arctic Seas we sore

Far beyond the North Wind
A vast portal is unearthed
Traversing its raging maelstrom
Into a world below

Echoes of arcane lands
Echoes of forlorn worlds
Descending deeper and deeper
Leaving behind the frigid surface world

Leaving behind these desolate lands
Sailing past Ultima Thule
A voyage to an inner world
Through the portal hidden in the Arctic Sea

Cold waters stretching endlessly into darkness
Into giant caverns the hunt continues
Enduring the violence of the merciless Styx
Until a warm light illuminates in the distance

Ever-growing
Ever illuminating
Ever calming
Ceasing the turbulence
Unfolding vast forests
Onwards we sail
Until a new world is slowly revealed

An unseen kingdom inside a hollow inner Earth
Illuminated by a red fallen sun
Down its rivers, through its colossal canyons
We’ve entered the realm of the forgotten ones

They’ve dwelt here for ages
These ancient precursors of man
A race of magical giants
Living blissfully in Subterranean lands

Ancient lands nourished by the Earth’s core
A reddish ball of fire they call the Smoky God
Shining upon the pulsing forests of Shambhala
Worshipped by the Subterraneans as their source of all life

Their kingdom we salute
Their rivers we sail
Their people we praise
And their sun we hail