CHORUS :
Light touch my hand
in a dream of Golden Skans,
from now on
You can´t forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand
with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night and the light
all plans are golden in your hand.

Set sail from sense,
bring all her young.
Set sail from where we once begun.
While we wait, while we wait.

A hall of records, or numbers
or spaces still andore
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the apprentice.

A hall of records, or numbers
or spaces still andore
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the apprentice.

CHORUS

Set sail from sense,
bring all her young.
Set sail from where we once begun.
While we wait, while we wait.

A hall of records, or numbers
or spaces still andore
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the apprentice.

A hall of records, or numbers
or spaces still andore
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the apprentice.

CHORUS

CHORUS