We packed the wagons a`thing arranged,
There is no turning back
The time has come all to soon
A stab allthrouch my heart
The afterglow
Glimmereo on the roof of our homestead
We bode the nightfall at hand
Believe set out into the dark
In this night the fires roared
As fields were set ablaze
It rained ash from the sky
In a flaring hiss at night
Fromward the land we knew
Off to far and distant shores
To wards a safe haven
Off to these santonian shores
At the set of the sun
As mist billowed over the land
We got under way
Wandering towards our hopes
I bode awhile and looked back
Gazed into the sea of flames
Laying waste what we called home
I won`t see this place again
A cortege as far as the eye can see
A vast migrant parade.
The glow of a distant dream
The awakening came nigh
Under a starlit sky.
Dreams within our hearts
Step by step we marched
Away into the night.
