I.nAfter years of glory and peace,nAnd we lived with our Gods,nThey came in the night to us,nBrought us the dead we lost our trustnnThey took ours to us believenThey destroyed our houses and fieldsnMen and children were tormented and killednWith a smile they raped our wivesnnFor more than 10 years we live like slavesnSuppressed in the own countrynOur Gods are so far awaynThere is no more hope we prayed and prayednnOnly I could flee into the mountainsnAs the last member of the leadersnWith my son on my sidenAnd one hundred warriorsnnChorus:nClan of the Cross - you stole my landnBurned ground on which we livenClan of the Cross – you took our believenBurned skin decorate my bodynClan of CrossnYou are hatednYou are fearednBut never recognizednnII.nThus we hid us in the mountains highnOver days and years agonWe lost the courage to livenAnd see our friends dyingnnNow the time, the time is camenIn which we have to do somethingnWe must raise the swords againnIn order to go into the fightnnMy son convinced his soldiers soonnThey are ready to go into war againnWe prepare everythingnTo going back in our old landnnBridge:nWe must bring our compatriotsnTo follow us in this fightnDeath and pain will expect usnBut in the end we all be unitednnChorus:nClan of the Cross - you stole my landnBurned ground on which we livenClan of the Cross – you took our believenBurned skin decorate my bodynClan of CrossnYou are hatednYou are fearednBut never recognized