Last March of Fire

Pack your bags, the sky is turning gold

(ahhhh) Pack your bags,

the final bell has tolled

Raise a glass to the falling stars tonight

(oh yeah) Singing loud in the fading,

dying light

Farewell, my love, the world is at an end (hey!)

Smile bright and wave to every friend

Hold my hand, the seas begin to rise (ahhhh)

Laughing loud under burning,

empty skies

Farewell, my love...