We packed the Wagons
A'thing arranged, there is no Turning Back
The Time [bad word] All too soon
Stab all through my Heart

The Afterglow
Glimmered 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 Ashes from the Sky
In a flaring hiss t Night

From ward the Land we knew
Off to far and distant Shores
Towards a safe Saven
Off these Santonian Shores

At the set of the sun
As Mist bellowed over the Land
We got under Way
Wandering towards our Hopes
I awhile in 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