Return to the past, men leaving Europe
To face the sea, many miles and hopes
Making colonies or just stole
Portugal said take the gold (out of the hole).

Slaving the black, raping their wifes
Burning enemies, sad new life
The nature's cut up on the knife
Books don't tell the nasty side.

We're here to judge and say (hero or criminal)
History will tell one day
We're here to judge and say (hero or criminal)
Truth will come and stay.

Was yesterday, there's legacy
No connections with the destiny
To the past without dignity
Never, never land into reality.

We're here to judge and say (hero or criminal)
History will tell one day
We're here to judge and say (hero or criminal)
Truth will come and stay (hero or criminal).

by m0h4wk