...They bled and tasted blood Their own and of their brothers and everybody else who have called this land home They wept on their knees for the ground has turned red and the skies bore a hole that will never forget the afternoon when the robed monkeys came Screaming, preaching they uttered words... strange words Divine, it's what they said but filled their bellies with flesh and grains and gold and souls Sentiments have gone a long time ago, not forgotten For tomorrows never brought the yesterdays nor their brothers, their lands, their homes But the sun, in each rising only gave mornings of mournings...