The Echo in the Frost

(Spoken)

So... now you know why I keep my chair so close to the hearth. Why I flinch when the window-panes rattle in a winter gale. I didn't beat the North. You don’t beat a thing that doesn't feel or breathe. I simply… wasn't finished being used. When the flare died and the Captain vanished into the blue, the silence didn't take me. It spat me back. I woke up on a piece of drifting floe, miles from the Wall, with the taste of copper on my tongue and a heart that’s stayed cold as a tombstone ever since.

(Chorus - Ghostly Choral)

Leave 'em in the white, leave 'em in the grey

The Northern Star has sailed away

No more sun and no more rain

Only the ice and the iron chain.

(Spoken)

They say a ship is a living thing, but the Northern Star became something else. She’s still out there, you know. Somewhere past the charts, where the compass gives up the ghost. She’s not made of wood and iron anymore; she’s carved from the very frost that unmade Red and Silas. And if you’re ever caught in a fog so thick you can’t see your own hand, listen close. You’ll hear a rattle. A rhythmic, metallic tapping against the hull of your world.

(Chorus - Ghostly Choral)

Leave 'em in the white, leave 'em in the grey

The Northern Star has sailed away

No more sun and no more rain

Only the ice and the iron chain.

(Spoken)

The Captain is still on the bridge, I reckon. Staring through eyes that see the gears of the stars. And the crew… well, they’re still hauling the lines. They’re just part of the wind now. Part of the grinding floes. They don’t want your gold. They just want the heat in your blood to keep the silence at bay for one more night. So, pour another round, lad. And pray the wind stays in the south. Because once the North hears your name… it never forgets the sound.

(Outro - Fading Choral)

We’re bound for the Northern Star...

We’re bound for the Northern Star...

Heave away... haul away...