Septic Flesh Arctic Circle Lyrics:
Sailing to the unfriendly regions of the North.
Some whales were following us, making sounds of
warning. The curious giants were playing with each
other, Spying on the expedition's ships.

The Arctic Circle closed its arms around our fate.
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We are sealed on this central ocean.

We have settled on the frozen zone of the tundra.
Blinding days, snowing with out end. The winter
months are furiously approaching. The pole will
turn his white back to the sun.

The Arctic Circle closed its arms around our fate.
We are sealed on this central ocean.
Lyrics: Arctic Circle, Septic Flesh [end]