Come on out and scent the airnThere's something shaking over therenWe got ten short years to get out of here alivenThey're coming closer every daynAnd we're living in their waynThey won't ask questions when they finally arrivennThere's magic in the skynLightning glows and the ibis fliesnWe're going home, home across the rivernWhat makes a million people leave?nIt is not we who shall receivenThe power is in the hands of the givernnBaby Judas shakes his horn and criesnYou better run insidenWhen the thunder rollsnAnd a nation diesnnWho knows the man who holds the sword?nIs he a wizard or a lord?nOr was he born to stand on stolen land and wear a stolen crown?nWe may be gone but we remainnHe can never break the chainnAnd we can never lose the home we never foundnnOh, baby Judas shakes his horn and criesnYou better run insidenWhen the thunder rollsnAnd a nation dies