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 

I 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 shine 
In the cold, in the cold, in the cold 
Footprints of snow 
Blind from the road 
Hail! 

We carry on, carry on 
Follow us, we are one 
The battle's fought, the deed is done 
Our silver [bad word] deep and strong 
Hand to the heart, lips to the horn 
Hand on my breast, I'll keep you warm 
Hail!