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They crawl like shadows across this land,

Unworthy keepers of dirt and sand.

Their savage tongues, their heathen cries,

An offense to God,

We’ll crush their spirit,

For their loss is virtue,

We’ll burn their homes, tear their pride,

Strip their soul till there’s nothing inside.

In the name of truth, in the name of grace,

We’ll wipe their filth from this holy place.

We came with rifles, came with fire,

To cleanse the land, and fulfill our desire.

We’ll rip their urchins from their hands,

Teach them our ways, reshape their lands.

A better race will rise and reign,

Their blood and culture swept like rain.

We’ll grind their bones beneath the wheel,

Their cries are sweet, their fate is sealed.

Erase their name, erase their line,

Make this land forever mine.

They’re beasts in flesh, unfit to stand,

Before the chosen, the righteous hand.

Their history’s nothing, their future’s dust,

Their lives be extinguished, as all things must.

With schools of stone and whips of steel,

We’ll teach them what it means to kneel.

Our will is law, our hate divine.

The cross, the flag, this land is mine.

Burn their homes, tear their pride,

Strip their soul till there’s nothing inside.

In the name of truth, in the name of grace,

We’ll wipe their filth from this holy place.