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Propellers In The Frozen Sky

V5

Through frostbitten winds, where the compass spins, We chase the Aurora’s fleeting grin. The North Pole calls with its icy song, A voyage of daring, to the sky we belong. The stars above are a lantern’s glow, Lighting the way through the frozen below. Icebergs drift on the endless sea, While we sail through the air, wild and free. [Chorus] Northbound we soar, where the cold bites deep, Through the veil of the night, where secrets sleep. With the wastelands beneath and the heavens our goal, We’re the first crew crossing the Northern Pole! Our breath turns to ice in the biting air, But the thrill of the journey burns bright, unfair. The creak of the rigging, the propellers soft hum, As the call of adventure bidding us to come. Through tempest and shadow, we chart our course, Defying the elements, bending their force. Each star overhead a lantern to guide, While waves clash below in a turbulent tide. The dawn will break golden, the horizon near, A testament to courage conquering fear. For though the cold bites and the night is long, Our spirits stay steadfast, resolute, and strong. [Chorus] Northbound we soar, where the cold bites deep, Through the veil of the night, where secrets sleep. With the wastelands beneath and the heavens our goal, We’re the first crew crossing the Northern Pole! [Bridge] The compass fails, yet onward we press, The stars guide us through this wilderness. In this land of ice, we find our worth, As masters of air, unbound by the earth. Although the journey’s harsh and the winter takes toll, The fire in our hearts forever makes us whole. Through the frostbound winds, our spirits remain, In the endless expanse, we’ll rise again. [Final Chorus] Northbound we soar, where the cold bites deep, Through the veil of the night, where secrets sleep. With the wastelands beneath and the heavens our goal, We’re the first crew crossing the Northern Pole! [Melodic Guitar Solo] [Outro] Northbound we soar - with dreams as our guide, Through the unbroken cold - where legends abide. The frozen pole calls - an unyielding refrain, A song of the brave - etched in ice and pain.