In all this disorder
You're choosing your boarders
And seeing with whom you'll align
The seas our next torture
Still I left the shore
My family is all that is mine
And my home is no place for my kind
My home is no place for my kind
As I lay his head
Soaked in what he has bled
The winds now determine our lives
His future so young
The past be forgotten
If only we arrived at a better time
His mother I pray
May she rest where she lay
This promise I make to your grave
We're not gonna die today