Expedition

Freedom fires burning Mighty kingdoms shall rise Crystal ships have returned Like pawns on a distant shore There's a cold empty place inside Where you know there's no end Mighty storm mighty storm Stirs from the skies above Like a cold chill rushed upon my face Searching - for what awaits us Set a course for a new shore For what tomorrow will bring Plunging the northern seas Winds fill the sails As we approach another world That time has forgotten me The sun blinds and circles me No man is an island No footsteps have walked these shores Discoveries on virgin soil Let the Expedition begin Searching - for what awaits us Set a course for a new shore For what tomorrow will bring