The naval ships have returned; they’re ashore!

The ones who took us from periphery.

There will always be times of peace and war.

It starts out like something we’d all adore,

A golden age of triumph and glory.

The naval ships have returned; they’re ashore!

All until one thing vanishes; galore,

Almost as if it was nugatory.

There will always be times of peace and war.

Perplexed by recent events; they deplore,

They investigate; not dilatory.

The naval ships have returned; they’re ashore!

They find suspects and spies which they abhor.

But who do they work for? What seigneury?

There will always be times of peace and war.

They shall confess to bring back the rapport,

To try to stop this oscillatory.

The naval ships have returned; they’re ashore!

There will always be times of peace and war.