While working in my shop
I heard the doorbell chime
A stranger stood before me

A chill ran down my spine
He held a written notice
I knew at once was mine


A parched piece of paper
A code I recognized

I knew it was the order
Yet still I was surprised
I was waiting for this day

I was sure I would be fine

Why this feeling in my gut?

Why this reeling in my mind?

I mustn't show this messenger

Can't let on I'm insecure
In my homeland I was sure
I was chosen for this reason

Now I'm blind with thoughts of treason

My pounding heart, my palms are sweat

The time has come to pay my debt

I wish my god who guides my hand

Would strike me down now where I stand
For I must choose between my new world
And what is now the foreign land


I was waiting for this day
I was sure I would be fine

I curse this feeling in my gut
Damn this reeling in my mind


Will this nausea subside?
Can I abide with this malign?


I wish my god who guides my hand
Would strike me down now right where I stand
For I must choose between my new world

And what's become the foreign land
What is now the foreign land