Where are you now, moon-coloured men, Hyperborean men of war? I've heard about you in every opium den from Limehouse to Singapore. I've heard it said you are not dead, only hiding, I wanna be there when you soar.
Rise from the ocean floor (to rule like in the days of yore)!
What have you done, moon-coloured men, to draw the flood upon your shore? Your children they were blackened by sin, You were not gods anymore. Ultima Thule can be viewed by a third eye only, A gift of those who came before.
Rise from the ocean floor (to rule like in the days of yore)!