We packed the wagons
thing arranged, there is no turning back
The time [bad word] All to soon
stab allthrough my heart

The afterglow
Glimmered on the roof of our homestead
We rode 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
Towards a safe haven
Off ot these santonian shores

At the set of the sun
As mist billowed over the land
We got under way
Wandering towards our hopes
I rode aqhile and looked back
Gazed into the sea of flames
Laying waste what we called home
I won't see this place again

cortege as far as the eye can see
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