We didn’t need a story
We didn’t need a real world
We just had to keep walking
And we became the stories
We became the places
We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds
We were you before you even existed

Carry on, carry on
Carry on
And after us the flood
Carry on, carry on
Carry on
Our silver horn, it leads the way

Banners of gold
In the cold, In the cold, In the cold
Footprints of snow
Blind from the road

We carry on, carry on
Follow us, we are one
The battle’s fought
The deed is done
Our silver horn
Runs dark and strong

Hand to the heart
Lips to the horn
We can save, we can be reborn
Head on my breast
I’ll keep you warm