The world was given by his hold grace

the hand of god must touch upon that place

we can't allow that kind of primitive

show them the book and teach them how to live



Their words were strange we didn't understand

two men in black who had a holy man

they said that we must hear their sacred verse

we didn't know if we were blessed or cursed



They said they'd come - they would build a road

we'll burn your trees down we'll give you clothes

teach your children how to read and write

our God will watch you each and every night

we didn't want their God we had the sun

our spirits moved inside of every one



They were sleeping



They runed their light upon our innocence

gave us pain - gave us no release

we offered flowers to our spirit guide

can you help us for me must decide



Are we sleeping



The answer came we heard it in the wind

these men have lied and you have never sinned

they're men like you - they know no better way

give them to me upon their seventh day



When they're sleeping



And so it happened on the seventh night

when the moon was shining high and bright

our people took them like the message said

our spirit happy that their god was dead



Now they're sleeping