Light touched my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touched my hands with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

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 undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples and their young
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples and their young

Light touched my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touched my hands with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

We sailed from sense, brought all our young
We sailed from where we once begun
While we wait, while we wait

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples and their young
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples and their young

Light touched my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touched my hands with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

Light touched my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touched my hands with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

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