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In the dark, wisdom hides, amidst vast knowledge.

The white man's realm eludes, distant from subjective truths.

Two worlds apart, one shaped by experience,

The wise seek their world's guidance.

Chorus:

Cursed gold gleams, shadows ancestral bones,

Illuminate innocents, born from fatal encounters...

A fateful meeting, hopeful eyes meet foreign skin,

Clad in sharp attire, bearers of strange artifacts.

Facing executioners, devoid of malice,

If flight were possible, escape from poison's grip.

The impious smile as hundreds fall,

Sunset brings hindered belief's sway.

Where is the jungle spirit? Save thy faithful tribe.