Kind of thunder from my heart

Flooding my eyes

Kind of armies marching

Through my head

Sombre soldiers

From nowhere

Kind of someone's

Moving out of me

Have no fear

Going somewhere



Ship is leaving right on time

Empty harbour, wave goodbye

Evacuation of the isle

Caveman's paintings drowning

Famous last words on the air

I stay here and you are there

While our city softly sinks

Cavemen's paintings drowning