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..