Kings of the land are weak before the seas (and rising storms)

Wisdom can fade and towers fall (words can be cast out)

We look at the same stars, walk the same paths

Leave only a trace and just for a while

We wait for the ebbing tide and try to make form (common ground)

Ahead of the dying light, we look to find a way back home

Out on the edge, seeking a path

There are no gods here, only us

Fly before the storm (racing for the shore)

No safe harbour near (nowhere left to hide)

Find a course to take them home

Work together, stand together, not alone

They are not alone, no

Old man of the sea (rising from the deep)

Summon the waves (calling out their names)

Running from an angry god

Lead them home, bring them home

They are not alone, not alone

At a place where the waves meet the shore

Raise a tower and send light over the sea

Mark the land with unshakeable spires

Make a harbour for travellers and for strangers

Keepers of the light (reach far into the night)

For those who sail the seas (there along the tide)

Voighters escaping storms

Beacons call to bring them home

They are not alone, not alone

At a place where the waves meet the shore

Raise a giant and send light over the sea

Mark the land with unshakeable spires

Make a harbour for travellers and for strangers

We made the land our common ground

We made the sea our common ground

As we stand together side by side

Turn our faces to the skies

One day we take ship to the stars

One day we take ship to the stars