Northern stars look down on me
Now that I stand here alone
As I look down through the valleys I see
The forests that are my home
The mountains stand cold and silent
Where the ice eternally grow
Nothing moves winds alone
Rules the wastelands of snow

No feeble gods shall rule my life
My strength is the cold air
The sting of winter on my skin
The sakes of ice in my hair

The fires of my tribesmen set trails of smoke to the sky
Where the shaman summons the spirits of ancestors dew and gone
Hear our call at spirits lead us to our prey
See with your eyes the deer and wapiti and gather them in our way...

No feeble gods shall rule my life
My strength is the cold air
The sting of winter on my skin
The sakes of ice in my hair