In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries 'til
awakened
by a white man's cry: "This is the Eden I was to find." There were
lands to
be charted and to be claimed for a crown, when a hero was made by the
length
he could stay in this dangerous land of hateful hate.
Curiosity filled the heads of these, there was an upper room they had
to
see. Curiosity killed the best of these for a hero's hometown
welcoming.
Still they moved on and on.
Who came building missions? Unswerving men of the cloth who gave their
lives
in numbers untold so that black sheep entered the fold. Captured like
human
livestock, destined for slavery. Naked, walked to the shore where
great ships
moored for the hellbound journies. Bought and sold with a hateful
hate.
Curiosity filled the breasts of these with some strange ecstasy.
Curiosity
killed the best of these by robbing their lives of dignity. Still they
moved
on and on.
Calling men of adventure for a jungle bush safari. Come conquer the,
his
claws and teeth. See death in his eyes to know you're alive.
European homesteads grew up in the colonies with civilized plans for
wild
hinterlands, their guns and God willing. Such a hateful hate.
Curiosity spilled the blood of these for their spotted skins and
ivory.
Curiosity filled the heads of these madmen with the lies of destiny.
Curiosity
spilled the blood of these, then blotted their lives from history.
Curiosity
filled the heads of these, one man claimed all that he could see.
Curiosity
still entices these madmen with a lusting and a greed. Their legacy,
legacy,
legacy...