Tovaangar
We thought our dead
Returned from sea
Displaced from their final journey
Our women weaped
Our elders warned
Of lost spirits now returned
The pale flesh smelled of death
And spoke of a god who died for sin
That we belong to his kingdom
And that we too would join with him
Or die
Deliverance
From our world
Captivity
Resisting hold
Of the flesh
Til death
We give them nothing but grief in hand
To be thorn in flesh
You cannot conquer those at will
Asserting ancestral right
We concede nothing
No land or sea to you
Relentless miserable plight
We will endure this for all time
No rest til our world is free
Resist this onslaught
These conquistadors
No fuerzas armadas
Standing at our doors
Repel these missions
Creating neophytes
Burning presidio
Light of our lives
This new world is born of blood and fire
The time has come
To bring the end
Of this encomienda
To raise the call
Of days of war
Back to Tovaangar
May the Spirits grant us the strength
Of a thousand generations
Twenty-one
Monuments
To infamy
Lay to rest
Imperial legacy
We give them nothing but grief in hand
To be thorn in flesh
You cannot conquer those at will
Asserting ancestral right
We concede nothing
No land or sea to you
Relentless miserable plight
We will endure this for all time
No rest til our world is free
In what a world
Was this meant to be
Such monumental suffering
Made by choice
Not inevitably
Progress is killing the free
Returned from sea
Displaced from their final journey
Our women weaped
Our elders warned
Of lost spirits now returned
The pale flesh smelled of death
And spoke of a god who died for sin
That we belong to his kingdom
And that we too would join with him
Or die
Deliverance
From our world
Captivity
Resisting hold
Of the flesh
Til death
We give them nothing but grief in hand
To be thorn in flesh
You cannot conquer those at will
Asserting ancestral right
We concede nothing
No land or sea to you
Relentless miserable plight
We will endure this for all time
No rest til our world is free
Resist this onslaught
These conquistadors
No fuerzas armadas
Standing at our doors
Repel these missions
Creating neophytes
Burning presidio
Light of our lives
This new world is born of blood and fire
The time has come
To bring the end
Of this encomienda
To raise the call
Of days of war
Back to Tovaangar
May the Spirits grant us the strength
Of a thousand generations
Twenty-one
Monuments
To infamy
Lay to rest
Imperial legacy
We give them nothing but grief in hand
To be thorn in flesh
You cannot conquer those at will
Asserting ancestral right
We concede nothing
No land or sea to you
Relentless miserable plight
We will endure this for all time
No rest til our world is free
In what a world
Was this meant to be
Such monumental suffering
Made by choice
Not inevitably
Progress is killing the free
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