They are coming in their ships of stone
Heavy, sinking, but always pressing on
Cloaked in fog, salt and smoke
Restless souls chasing in on you
Horns! The thunder of the earth
We shiver like the ground itself
What do we do in the face of war
The weak hides under black leather
The frightend build walls
The children learns silence
The strong can not be found
Oh, wind of war
give speed to the black sails of stone and glass
Our homes are now just heaps of stone
and all the heaps
- shaped like ships