Song Lyrics
painted with innocent blood
in this great
Shove them into dark corners, built upon stolen land
in this great
Painted with innocent blood, the fruit of the holy voyage is sour and cursed
Built upon stolen land, in the kindom of thieves, shove them into dark corners
The fruit of the holy voyage is sour and cursed, the first brick in the foundation, in the kindom of thieves
the first brick in the foundation
to walk a trail of tears
Give thanks and betray them, in this great
Built upon stolen land, the fruit of the holy voyage is sour and cursed
Pick your teeth with their bones, pick your teeth with their bones
pick your teeth with their bones
The great american land, befriend and destroy, give thanks and betray them
In this great, painted with innocent blood, the fruit of the holy voyage is sour and cursed
Holy american land, in this great
Forced by our heroes, in this great
The great american land, give thanks and betray them
Forced by our heroes, to watch their wives and children die
forced by our heroes
Shove them into dark corners, the great american land
from the day they washed ashore
Forced by our forefathers, built upon stolen land
Befriend and destroy, give thanks and betray them Of, from the day they washed ashore
To walk a trail of tears, give thanks and betray them Of, holy american land
In the kindom of thieves, in the kindom of thieves Thieves, the great american land
forced by our forefathers
Built upon stolen land, give thanks and betray them
To watch their wives and children die, built upon stolen land
In the kingdom of thieves, to walk a trail of tears Thieves, in the kindom of thieves
in this great
Forced by our heroes, in the kindom of thieves, the great american land
feed them the leftovers of dogs