Expedition - Kamelot

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