You can to my homeland with guns and diseases,
You destroyed my land and murdered my people,
You told me it was necessary,
And I believed you.
It's all your fault that my home is now a prison,
That my people are dead,
You cared only for treasure,
Gold in your name.
Now as an empty shell of a country,
On my knees before your throne,
I'm telling you the worst of it all,
Is that you had the gall to call me brother.