While working in my shop 
I heard the doorbell chime 
A stranger stood before me 
A chill ran down my spine 
He held a written notice 
I knew at once was mine 

A parched piece of paper 
A code I recognized 
I knew it was the order 
Yet still I was surprised 
I was waiting for this day 
I was sure I would be fine 

Why this feeling in my gut? 
Why this reeling in my mind? 

I mustn't show this messenger 
Can't let on I'm insecure 
In my homeland I was sure 
I was chosen for this reason 
Now I'm blind with thoughts of treason 

The time has come to pay my debt 

I wish my god who guides my hand 
Would strike me down now where I stand 
For I must choose between my world 
And what is now the foreign land 

I was waiting for this day 
I was sure I would be fine 
I curse this feeling in my gut 
Damn this reeling in my mind 

Will this nausea subside? 
Can I abide with this malign? 

I wish my god who guides my hand 
Would strike me down now where I stand 
For I must choose between my world 
And what's become the foreign land 
What is now the foreign land