[Intro]
White horizon, black machine
Quiet ice and a satellite screen
Cold wind carrying someone’s plan
Burning maps in a frozen hand

[Verse]
She steps from the plane into mineral light
Where the snow holds secrets and the day stays white
A harbor town watches the great ships crawl
Like steel-black insects against the wall
They call it interest, they call it need
They call it future when they mean greed
The ice keeps cracking in a minor key
Like the earth itself learned profanity

[Pre-Chorus]
They see a resource
We see a home
They see a runway
We see bone

[Chorus]
Greenland burns cold under empire eyes
White fields vanish under black-suit lies
Greenland burns cold, and the oceans rise
You cannot own the north because your hunger flies
No flag can warm what the rich make freeze
No deal can silence the polar seas

[Verse]
A fisherman says the old routes changed
The weather feels bought, the seasons feel strange
The children draw mountains that drip into blue
While officials debate what the powerful can do
She records the wind, she records the names
The quiet villages trapped in games
No army marches across the snow
Just contracts waiting where the meltstreams go

[Pre-Chorus]
They see a foothold
We see a grave
They see a purchase
We see a wave

[Chorus]
Greenland burns cold under empire eyes
White fields vanish under black-suit lies
Greenland burns cold, and the oceans rise
You cannot own the north because your hunger flies
No flag can warm what the rich make freeze
No deal can silence the polar seas

[Interlude]
Ice remembers
Water knows
Every empire
Sinks below
Ice remembers
Water knows
Every empire
Sinks below

[Bridge]
What kind of king wants a melting crown
What kind of deal buys a burning town
What kind of mind sees a home as a prize
What kind of mouth makes a continent lies
She writes from the pier in the freezing rain
Another small place in a giant chain
From desert dust to the arctic shore
The same old hunger keeps asking for more

[Breakdown]
Not your ice
Not your sea
Not your mine
Not your key

[Build-up]
Not your ice
Not your sea
Not your mine
Not your key
Not your future
Not your gold
The north is living
Not yours to hold

[Chorus]
Greenland burns cold under empire eyes
White fields vanish under black-suit lies
Greenland burns cold, and the oceans rise
You cannot own the north because your hunger flies
No flag can warm what the rich make freeze
No deal can silence the polar seas

[Outro]
White horizon, black machine
The coldest fire she has ever seen
She closes her coat, she keeps the tape
A frozen wound cannot escape