It has been decided. We'll set forth on this journey. We packed the wagons Everything arranged, there is no turning back The time has come All too soon A stab all through my heart The afterglow Glimmered on the roof of our homestead We bode the nightfall at hand Belive 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 Forward the land we knew Off to far and distant shores 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 Gaued 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