People of nature. Children of the sun.



Dancing around the campfire

Beating to their drums

In their minds they have one desire

How to reach the knowledge of an eternal



Birds in the sky are their eyes

Mountains are their protectors

But snakes are always appearing

In every paradise...



Glowing gold is sacred

It's a symbol of the sun god

According to a legend

He'll return from sea to land



Strange people boarding from the sea

Looking kind of weird



But gods are they not

They just want the land

Woman an gold

With the sand



Temples are destroyed

Gold has been traded with some toys



Mountains couldn't protect them

Birds in the sky. Didn't tell.



People of nature

Children of the sun

Dancing around the campfire

Screaming and beating their drums