A strange, unknown sight appears But somehow it was foreseen In the "drifters" of the ocean That we knew were obscene A beat like a mountain and loud
Dark and ugly - a storm cloud Carrying men to our shore The kind we've never seen before Here we silently watch They've taken one of us It's the elder of the tribe And they're holding him in chains...
All the signs he told were true - today we're not alone The signs were true - there is another world And so much more, than what we knew before As now we're in the cold
The men go in through the gates Like they own this grieving place And one stern-looking soldier Has betrayed on his face Now a younger man appears Tries to ease their rising fear They're debating what to do The old man said there would be two...
Fleeting peace once more lost They've taken one of us It's the elder of the tribe Who foretold us of the signs...