The Call Of Winslow

I, I can sense it In the winds The decay of a place that is known to me. Homeland burning to the ground My bretheren's suffering Foreigners bringing forth The death of my roots I, I can hear him He is beckoning Father, perseverance I am heading home Now I shall take On my destiny For our father Winslow He is calling me Journey back to my home Where I'm meant to be Our father Winslow He is calling me Now I've arrived Can't fathom what I see A scene of death Our homes burning Standing among the flames Was the enemy Battle must ensue To avenge my family