The wretcheds in their millions. Will overspill their borders. And chaos then will reign in our Rael. Rael the home of my religion. To me the center of the Earth. The wretcheds in their millions. Will overspill their borders. And chaos then will reign in our Rael. My heritage is threatened. My roots are torn and cornered. And so to do my best I'll homeward sail. And so to do my best I'll homeward sail. Now Captain listen to my instructions. Return to this spot on Christmas Day. Look toward the shore for my signal. And then you'll know if in Rael I'll stay. If a yellow flag is fluttering. Sickly herald against the morn. Then you'll know my courage has ended. And you'll send your boat ashore. But if a red flag is flying. Brazen bold against the blue. Then you'll know that I am staying. And my yacht belongs to you. Now Captain listen to my instructions. Return to this spot on Christmas Day. Look toward the shore for my signal. And then you'll know if in Rael I'll stay. He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again. He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again. He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again. He's crazy anyway. If a yellow flag is fluttering. Sickly herald against the morn. Then you'll know my courage has ended. And you'll send your boat ashore.