Südsee

Out of the mist into tropical splendour,
with garlands of flowers, in majestical fusion
we see tonight

Onto the sacred reunion of pleasure,
they row as a rhythm, ten thousands a billion,
touch the light

King is sailing, they say
King is coming, we hear
King is sailing, they say
King is sailing this day of days of days,
cocasaya tay toca

King is coming, they sing
King is coming, they know
King is coming, we sing


All the souls he to touch

(Jon & Vangelis, »He Is Sailing«)