The soil of my past. The red blood that stained cracked walls of insanity. Laid to rest with a white disease. No more purity. Gning thanks to a light side. But diluted born from all genocide. It's cutting. And pilgrim where are you today. And pilgrim who have you raped today. And will you follow. Will you follow and die. And pilgrim is where are you today. And pilgrim where are you today. Bow down. Rape and rape a c**ture that can threaten you remove the lines so there is nothing they can do. This land is your land. This land is my land. This land is your land. This land is not my land.