Subarctic Sea Sailor

Circumstances at the bonsai wooden wheel
Nightly fire at windjammers octaves
Through a mane of purrs and chromium steel
Soon the day will blow fostering the waves

Subarctic sea sailor, subarctic sea sailor
Each day further away from any human shore

Killing whales as a shadow escort
Smoking your future posthumous reward
Night itinerary in last resort
Soon the day will glow festering windward

Subarctic sea sailor, subarctic sea sailor
Lost inside silent frost
A long way from human warmth
Shine it the Polaris way...