Greedy farmers, they are lurking in the night Indians are in deep sleep, not prepare to fight Spitting fire, for the empire, chaos everywhere Horrific bloodshed
Indians burned alive in houses made of straw The farmers kill everyone, death by down Just a war, blood and gore, a legal genocide Killing natives is not a crime
Kill them!!! Burn it up!!! Massacre
There's no hope to survive It is the end of one more tribe They dominate and kill...
Lands are stolen by the portuguese crown The Arani people are cowardly shot down No salvation, termination, everybody died Just a boy is still alive
There's no hope to survive It is the end of one more tribe They dominate and kill...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
