[Nigma]

The Prophecy

"Beware the beast man, for he is the devil's
pawn. Alone among God's primates, he kills
for sport, or lust or greed. Yes, he will
murder his brother to possess his brother's
land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for
he will make a desert of his home and yours.
Shun him. Drive him back into his jungle
lair: For he is the harbinger of death"

The water glistens crimson as the sun is rising
Nothing like the coming light, at once it brightens, dusk horizons
Touch the iris, see the seeping steam emitting up and skywards
Lovely pattern that grabs and has us up and atter
I'm the master of our tribe, design the monthly patterns
Ration corn, surviving all our coming battles
Nothing damps us, nothing bad can come to man who understands there's something after
Fact is, no one comes and lasts
They crumble and succumb to blackness
Us though, we're the sun in action
Lunar light like dungeon lanterns

Soveirgn, self sufficient
And we need no help or gifts
From those who walk the outter limits
Since our food is grown in ground
And in pools swimmin round are fishes
Proudly fishing, passin down our wisdom
It's our crowds rendition with unspoken vows to give it
See it's peace and utopia
At least until the omen comes
The noxious foes who walk on the ocean
Common folk are not to know the topics which the prophets spoke of

Our herds and firs will burn, I'm certain love has been slaughtered
I heard his words which murmured murder, blood on the water

And so I counted three suns and then I rose for its rising
Saw the cloud attached to treetrunk on the boat they were driving
Our people woke to find a sight we know that no one could hide from
We saw the God's on the horizion, gave a moment of silence
Three of these marine machines and we were happy to see them
So named La Pinta, then The Nina, and the Santa Maria
People ran up to greet them, patter of feet as we managed to meet them
Some of us laugh, some stare
The hats, the hair, the pants they wear, advanced appearance
Fear sweeps in the moment local tribesman Copa's stabbed and murdered
Knee deep with his hands in fists, brandishing his ample gifts
He spent his last ten minutes gathering a package for his acrid guests

Half our tribe now ran and left, some savage man would grab their wrist
While brandishing a magic stick, instant later hands would twitch, hacked to bits
Left us beaten half to death
As hazards end, they grabbed what they could take back to their boats
They claimed us as their slaves, and this land as their own
A label they were taking onwards back to their home

In the coming months of freedom something stirred in the night
Lifes speed seemed to rise with the evenings of light
Helped me clean out my vision like it's sleep from my eyes
Familiar grief in my mind, see them deep on horizon
The Red and the White..
My tribes way of living was ending tonight
White men fufilling whats said by our wisest
Yet they mention no lie
No pretend or disguises
You bend to the deity heavenly rights
Or get sent off to die by the end of the night

With the chill of cold on my back, I am baffled
They kill us for gold and the land for expansion
Belittled by the facts a fellow citizen was stabbed
Because the wicked went and grabbed what we would give them if they'd asked
So I am mimiking the sand the way I'm filling up with passion
I advanced into the distance to the captain and resiliently I asked
"Is you ship at dock in bandages?
With it you've walked a path
To which is drifting off in blackness"
I then proclaimed myself as leader of a land that was smoldering
He cleaved off sleeve on, amputating the hand I was holding

I'll be the among the first, they let us die
Such vengeance, just a genocide
And 95% of my descendants will be next in line