One hundred and sixty strangers
Wielding cannons, swords and daggers,
Fell upon us Americans
Slicing off our arms like razors.

Two hours later most were dead
Although an armless kept his head.
Each stranger had killed eighty-five,
America was stained blood-red.

"Give us gold and the rest may live."
"Like Columbus, terror we give!"
We gave the gold and then were killed,
Sending souls beyond through a sieve.

Their talk of peace was but a lie.
They are devils with whom we vie.
But gold we give before we die.
But gold we give before we cry.