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White man came

Saw the blessed land

We cared, you took

You fought, we lost

Not the war but an unfair fight

Sceneries painted beautiful in blood.

Wandering on Horizon Road

Following the trail of tears

Once we were here

Where we have lived since the world began

Since time itself gave us this land

NIGHTWISH, Creek Mary’s Blood