Antarctica - Quentin Gendrot, The Great Old Ones

A land of desolation

A white lifeless hell

A land of starvation

Burning all skin cells

Kingdom of storms

Refuge of spirits

Like unspeakable swarms

Of old units

Towards us, insignificant human

Join us in our frightful eden, join us

Join us in our frightful eden

Between the wind and snow

We can see the mountains

Rejecting their smoke of sulfur

As a grinding cello

And cursed fountains

Of Lava, molten rock, and fire

Naïve, we are moving in the storm

While our senses deform

We are moving in its unwavering greatness

We let ourselves be enveloped by its darkness

Our victory in this desert

Will destroy our spirit, destroy our heart

Great valley of death, let these men pierce your secrets, so we can retake our

place

Its beauty calls us, we can’t go back

Our quest begins now, even if the ice should crack, we can’t go back