So much gruesome evil done
I had taken this land over
This land now belonged to me.
On my plot there lived a people
Lived a people so peacefully
They had never hurt nor wronged me
But never made me a dime
Won't you take me down below.
For I've already lost my soul.
So I rid me of these people
By flood, gun, by torture too
Never thought again about them
Never cried a single tear
Now the sun goes down this evening
My dry bones bake here all day
No one will take time to find me
All my fortune wasted away.
Take me down below.
For I already lost my soul.
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