Kamelot. Expedition. Zeneszám

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
Searching for what awaits us
For what tomorrow, tomorrow will bring

Plunging the northern seas, winds fill the sails
As we approach another world
Time has forgotten me
The sun blinds and circles me, oh, oh

No man is an island
No footsteps have walked these shores
Walked these shores
Discoveries on virgin soil
Let the expedition begin

Searching for what awaits us
Set a course for a new shore
Searching for what awaits us
For what tomorrow, tomorrow will bring