Footsteps marching, and the Soft angel voices singing to the sound of Hundreds and thousands of lives All muted by a wave of the ocean's 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 surprise 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