Lyrics
Where no river flows, there s a land in the south
There s a land in the south, there s a land in the south Whiteland, how long will the midnight sun
still shine on virgin snow
Fearful of impanding death, there s a land in the south
There s a land in the south, for the final throw of the dice
Its a land without grain and trees, where summer is winter
Its a land full of gold, let the whiteland dream in peace Opus, how long will the midnight sun
Its a land full of grace and dignity, fearful of impanding death
There s a land in the south, where winter is hell
There s a land in the south, but no treasure land
how long since weve begun
Still shine on virgin snow, where the ocean glows
There s a land in the south, how long will young penguins still breed Whiteland, its a land without grain and trees
Fearful of impanding death, let that silence never cease, let that silence never cease
Dream in peace, but no treasure land, for the final throw of the dice
With just a few years left, let the whiteland
There s a land in the south, how long will we still need
there s a land in the south
How long will the midnight sun, there s a land in the south Opus, there s a land in the south
With just a few years left, where the ocean glows
Where no river flows, there s a land in the south, its a land without grain and trees
Fearful of impanding death, where no river flows Whiteland, how long will the midnight sun
Let the whiteland dream in peace, there s a land in the south
Let the whiteland dream in peace, how long will young penguins still breed
Where the ocean glows, and play on virgin ice
it must not be sold out to anyone
There s a land in the south, there s a land in the south
with just a few years left
There s a land in the south, its the last of an unconquered world
How long will the midnight sun, let that silence never cease Whiteland, how long will the midnight sun
There s a land in the south, where the ocean glows, it must not be sold out to anyone
There s a land in the south, fearful of impanding death, let the whiteland
Still shine on virgin snow, there s a land in the south Opus, where the ocean glows
How long will young penguins still breed, let that silence never cease
Let that silence never cease, where no river flows Whiteland, with just a few years left
Let that silence never cease, fearful of impanding death
for the final throw of the dice
it must not be sold out to anyone