[Intro] / ambient arctic gale howling, picks shattering frozen stone, high-voltage transformer hum / rigid synthetic bassline slowly fading in / female French whisper, heavy tape delay La lumière dans le désert blanc... la foudre sous la roche... (Light in the white desert... lightning beneath the rock...) [Verse 1] / harsh male baritone, dry 16th bassline No road through the taiga, no track across the snow Fifty kilometers where the frozen blizzards blow The timber shantytown erected on the marsh An iron expedition unforgiving and harsh Carrying the dynamos upon a bleeding back Across the frozen bog without a beaten track Forty-five below inside the Arctic night Blasting down the granite to create the northern light A underground cathedral carved in bedrock deep A massive generator that the mountain has to keep [Pre-Chorus] #heavy metal kick slam Turbines spinning in the hollow subterranean grave! Taming every drop of the Stora Lule wave! #metal stomp #crescendo The copper wires stretching through the frost and gale! Powering the ore cars on the frozen iron rail! [Chorus] / aggressive male shout, full EBM sequence Light the wasteland! Porjus in the cold! The greatest winter chronicle that ever has been told! #metal stomp #crescendo Underground cathedral! Electric iron pride! A roaring power plant where the frozen waters hide! Current from the north! Lightning through the line! An everlasting empire of water and design! [Post-Chorus] / cold female vocal, distant reverb, minimal beat L'électricité jaillit... la nuit polaire recule... (Electricity bursts forth... the polar night recedes...) #industrial strike Ignite the line. [Verse 2] / harsh male baritone, tight sequence The roaring rapids silenced in an iron concrete grip The icy drops of sweat on every frozen lip Transmitting high voltage to the cities far away Breaking through the blackness of the bitter winter day The navvies leave the valley when the copper begins to hum The monument to labor when the modern times have come A glowing iron beacon on the frozen northern ground The roaring of the turbine is the only holy sound [Outro] / beat slows down, heavy kick fades, high-voltage electric crackle fading into silence / female French whisper La foudre captive... la cathédrale de pierre... (Captive lightning... the stone cathedral...) #distant metal clang Power engaged.
