Run run run, as fast as you can, the Armada comes to take away the land. To pillage and plunder and turn us to slaves, where's our hero to save the day?
Children, please, listen to what I say, if you stay, you'll regret this day.
The shake of the ground, the Armada is near, trust not in your hearts, trust in the fear.
You hear the weapons scrape
You hear the earth shake
The trees are whispering for their lives
Run, children. There isn't much time.
