When we arrive
Sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our lives with cinnamon now
These currents pull us across the border
Steady your boats
Arms to shoulder
Till tides are pulled
Hold our grounds
Making this cold harbor now home
Take up your arm
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now
When arrive
Sons and daughters
We'll make our lives on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths cinnamon
When we arrive
Sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths cinnamon
When we arrive sons and daughters
We'll make our homes underwater
When we build our walls of aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon
[Repeat: x20]
Here all the bombs fade away