The soil of my past.
The red blood that stained cracked walls of insanity
laid to rest with a white disease.
No more purity...
Giving thanks to the light side.
But diluted born from genocide its cutting,
And pilgrim where are you today?
And pilgrim who have you raped today?
And you will follow?
Will you follow and die?
And pilgrim where are you today?
And pilgrim who have you raped today?
Bow down.
Rape and rape a culture that can threaten you.
Remove the lines so there is nothing they can do.
This your land is your land.
This land is my land.
This land is your land.
This land is not my land.