Indigenous from IV by The Bronze Horsemen

An empty tree that I used to call home
Has turned into the pages of this ancient, musty tome
Why do you believe that I should sacrifice my home
So that your descendants can marvel at your poems?

A babbling brook, where we used to find our food
Is now a causeway poisoned with your crude
Why do you believe that we should sacrifice our lands
So that your descendants can marvel at your deeds?

Down with your greed and ideology
You steal what you need and spread your tyranny

An empty plain that used to be filled with life
Is now a barren wasteland filled with grief
Why does progress mean the rape of the natural world?
Why does your progress always lead to death?

Down with your greed and ideology
You steal what you need and spread your tyranny
The world was so big, and you filled it with your fear
The world was so big, and you filled it with your hate
To hell with your wants and your society
We need no response, we just want to live in peace
Down with your greed and ideology
You steal what you need and spread your tyranny

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