Footseps marching
And the soft angel
Voices singing to the sound of hundreds and thousands of lives
All muted by a wave of the oceans fury
Pack your bags
Here we come
Pack your bags here it comes
To come and take you away
There's an angel begging you to come to her
I know the ocean took you by suprise but I don't worry
Child it will be alright
There's a message to the king
It reads of disappointing numbers of the children who have come home to kiss his ring