Ape the land purify souls
With innocent blood like we were told
In God's name we must kill
All the heathens with free will
We have come to kill your people
To enlarge our Catholic steeple
We invade your native soil
Cut off heards, boil in oil
I know about you
Take my hand and feed the sun
Like a string become undone
Leaves will fall and so will I
Prisoners until we die
If you're so much higher and mighter than me
Stay there and leave me be
My God and your God were hanging up clothes
My God punched your God right in the nose.

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