A little place called Normandy

There was once a land by the sea

with grass as green as a moss covered bone.

Along came a tribe, fickle and fresh,

who settled the land for their own

The tides go in, the tides go out.

Another tribe laid its eyes on the land

and conspired to take it by force.

They came on their steeds and pillaged and burned

without once dismounting their horse.

The tides go in, the tides go out.

Though the years passed, and the land bloomed again and again

the tribes could not sit idly by.

The stretch of green shore was littered with dead,

all of them passing in vain.

The tides go in, the tides go out.

With the aid of the earth and the strength of their backs

the tribe became a small nation

but they soon fell to war, and just as before

the rocks were so stained with blood they turned black.

The tides go in, the tides go out.

Trenches and shells, and blue bonnet bells,

and no end to the madness

As one conflict ended, so another began,

with worse weapons to kill and to maim.

The tides go in, the tides go out.

Men rode in boats, that stayed barely afloat to dash themselves against steel.

bullets rained down from high rocky walls and set many a mother to weeping

Cold grey stone consumed soul after soul with no indication of ceasing.

The battle raged on and many the corpse was given to the earth for safe-keeping.

The tides go in, the tides go out.

After a fiery finish the warring tribes rested, proclaiming: "never again!"

But deep in the earth, mother earth spied what both sides were building

A dark loathsome dragon with terrible might that was kept on a very loose chain

The tides go in, the tides go out.

Petty fights stacked, stoking old fears and the dragon was raised from its slumber

Steel doors in the cold ground slid back and the dragon was loosed on the earth

The tribes all perished, with festive, fiery, balloons

and a concussion that so shook the earth it was like bottled thunder.

The tides go in, the tides go out.

Now the green land is dead, the grass turned to ash and the animals all have two heads

A million year tribute to tribes and their schemes

and to the dragon that left them all dead

The tides go in, the tides go out.

The tides go in, the tides go out.

The tides go in, the tides go out.