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We came like wolves, teeth bared,

Over plains and forests, no room for the child.

The land was untamed, too raw, too pure-

So we cut it with iron to make it endure.

They stood in the way, faces painted in pride,

But what's a soul to the lash, to the bullet's bite?

We tore their tongues, let their blood soak the sand,

Erasing their songs with the stroke of a hand.

Fire licks high where their homes once stood,

Ashes and bones now feed the wood.

Every scream silenced, every throat torn,

Each village razed brings a nation reborn.

Infants cast into rivers, their cries drown in the tide,

Women dragged to the dirt

Savages with their scalps nailed high to a wall, A warning to the gods that dared make them tall.

The fields drink deep of their spilled,

Corn grows rich in the tears of the flood.

Each broken body, a seed in the ground,

Each shattered skull, the wheels of progress

resound.

We poison their wells, starve them to skin,

Piles of the dead left rotting in sin.

They pray to their gods, but what good does it do?

Our God holds the reins,

their time is through.

The screams fade to silence; the smoke fills the air,

A land without savages, holy and bare.

For God And Glory, for soil, for power,

God's kingdom built in this blood-soaked hour.

We are the shepherds, their slaughter divine, Each sin washed clean in the sacred design.

Raise the banner, let the cannon roar-

A nation's birth is written in war.