Greedy farmers they are lurking in the night
Indians are in deep sleep not prepared 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 dawn
Just war, blood ang 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
There's no hope to survive
It is the end of one more tribe
They dominate and kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Lands are stolen by the portuguese crown
The arani people were 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
There's no hope to survive
It is the end of one more tribe
They dominate and kill
There's no hope to survive
It is the end of one more tribe
They dominate and kill
There's no hope to survive
It is the end of one more tribe
They dominate and kill
Kill
Kill
Dominate and kill
Kill
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