歌词
Along the shores of the pathway to the gods
I sent him along on his way
Bringer of death and disgrace
To the ancestral place
Although the man lay dead on the sand
Darkness had not lifted there
There were much more on their way
With dollars in their hand
One of the many lies that they told
Was that they were divine and fair
With Cook’s blood on my hand
The spell was broken there
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