We packed the wagons A thing arranged, there is no turning back The time has come All toо soon A stab all through 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 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 rode 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
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