The southern cross hangs above all night long
Silent valleys fill with whispers, on and on
One hundred men are getting closer to the shore
There’s guns and horses floating closer, knot by knot
A young Pizarro dreams of riches and a throne
The peaceful people come to greet him at their door
Ten thousand warriors stood ready for the call
But nothing’s dangerous like a white man with a taste for gold
Oh angel of mercy, you know where I’ve been
Won’t you please keep the light on for me?
The skies in the south have been left abused
They wither like memories do
North Star hang above all night long
Quiet landscapes scream in silence, on and on
There’s a thousand men driving up this road
Steel horses rolling closer stop by stop
Young consumers dream of power and control
The local people run to safety and new homes
A million citizens petition for no more
But nothing is dangerous like a white man with a taste for oil
And so it goes, greed and glory lead the way
Your holy passage echoes boldly everywhere
But the gods are out, this is judgement day
How I wonder, can you see it in your ways ?
