Paroles de Extinction

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