I see the seeds of despair, Of pain and of betrayal The tears rain over the plants, Surrounded by the ambition Indians were taken to die, Freedom only at the sea The singing of birds will advise, That sad the sun will be They pray, and they pray to leave from white men hell Indians turned to slaves at the masterâs house To search forever for gold or be dead Indians turned to stock without pity The news of the crossing informed us, Discovery will be made Their red skin stained by blood, Hands are gleaming with gold Reflections of their divided tribes, The arrows broken by the gun Dressed for war itâs the force of life, Imposes fear and pain They pray, and they pray to leave from white men hell Indians turned to slaves at the masterâs house To search forever for gold or be dead Indians turned to stock without pity To search forever for gold or be dead Indians turned to stock without pity Suffering brings the wealth Souls taken by the winds Men kept fighting for greed Fever of power blinds Hurting who doesnât know Evil has challenged all of them Solo To search forever for gold or be dead Indians turned to stock without pity Someone survived, Survived for the dance of victory Someone survived, Survived for the dance of victory