Santonian Shores

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.