And far away behind their lines the squiddl'ings are stirring in the forest.
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise.
You'll never know, you'll never know which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us.
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night,
You'll never know, you'll never hear us.
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.
The morning roads lead to New Emer, and the squids are softly humming.