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.
And 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.
And calling men of adventure
For a jungle bush safari.
Come conquer the beast,
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.
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...