The Monster - Place Of Skulls

Their fires are burning

Our ships come ashore

To discover what’s already known

And our greed will cost them more

We take what’s not our own

Once denied, blood flows

And let the monster grow

Their homes we took as our own

And fly our flag in their place

The riches of the land we acquired

Are rivers flowing with disgrace

White man, shameful woes

Our independence won

The monster took their soul

We wallow in desire

Like pigs in a mire

No rest for the wicked

Like sons of Bitches

Well I’m not too proud

To talk down

To what’s done and said

By the monster we bred

Taken what’s not our own

And deny blood had flown

Still the monster grows