He sees the moon reflect   Off the shiney steel   And though it's high above   It looks so real   Ships in the bay give birth   To smaller wooden fish   And when they reach the shore   They look so real   Another season gone   And many more will come   If you accept this now   All will change   They look up to the sky   Thinking of the days   Before their worlds clashed   They looked so real   Time to run and tell the others   Dressed in steel they're on our island   He asks the elders now   To speak his native tongue   He needs to hear the words   They remember none   Ships in the bay return   Create a whole new race   And though they are not gods   They look so real   Time to run and tell the others   On the other side of our island   Time to run   On the other side