Arrows x Powder

I see the seeds of despair, Of pain and of betrayal
The tears rain over the plants, Surrounded by the ambition
Indians were taken to die, Freedom only at the sea
The singing of birds will advise, That sad the sun will be
They pray, and they pray to leave from white men hell
Indians turned to slaves at the master's house
To search forever for gold or be dead
Indians turned to stock without pity
The news of the crossing informed us, Discovery will be made
Their red skin stained by blood, Hands are gleaming with gold
Reflections of their divided tribes, The arrows broken by the gun
Dressed for war it's the force of life, Imposes fear and pain
They pray, and they pray to leave from white men hell
Indians turned to slaves at the master's house
To search forever for gold or be dead
Indians turned to stock without pity
To search forever for gold or be dead
Indians turned to stock without pity
Suffering brings the wealth
Souls taken by the winds
Men kept fighting for greed
Fever of power blinds
Hurting who doesn't know
Evil has challenged all of them
Solo
To search forever for gold or be dead
Indians turned to stock without pity
Someone survived, Survived for the dance of victory
Someone survived, Survived for the dance of victory