Far, Tyrians of the oceans*
Far, keep yourselves in motion,
Far, where the Sun goes down.
Away, where skies are always bright,
Away, where winds draw a coast in white,
Away, where days are miracles of light.
A land of reverie is waiting.
There's nothing else but navigating.
Which treks all the way along,
Far, where the sun goes down.
Away, where skies are always bright,
Away, where winds draw a coast in white,
Away, where days are miracles of light.
A land of reverie is waiting.
There's nothing else but navigating.
[Orchestral interlude / Guitar solo: Enrik]
A land of reverie is waiting.
There's nothing else but navigating.