They told of rulers in this land
The likes of which were living free
The blood of us, the blood of them
And just a stain of memory
We were lords in this land
Turning water into sand
Breathing life ablaze
Burning all we used to praise
Wander far from sight
In seasons fit for light
Breathing life astray
Our finest hour has passed away
We destroyed our home
Torn between greed and strife
This beautiful paradise
Is now a barren stone
They tore wounds none could ever mend
Unveiled the blackness of their hearts
The blood of us, the blood of them
And they tore the dream apart
We were lords in this land
Turning water into sand
Breathing life ablaze
Burning all we used to praise
Wander far from sight
In seasons fit for light
Breathing life astray
Our finest hour has died away
We destroyed our home
Torn between greed and strife
This beautiful paradise
Is now a barren stone
They told of rulers in this land
The likes of which will never be
Yet the scar is in my hand
Of a doom I plainly see
The blood of us the blood of them
And a shattered memory
Yet the earth remembers them
The defiler they once called humanity
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember