Lyrics: Tigas Red crosses, white sails on the horizon The lust for gold, a deadly sin of men With the Godspell in their hands They conquer the feral and enslave the wild. Death throughout the land, a heritage written in blood Blessed by nature while doomed by man's greed Welcome to Green Hell, where we are just pawns Of the good ol’ Oligarchy. The government falls, but you are still ruled by gold Nothing will ever change unless you look within And recognize the errors of your ancestry In this theater of snakes, we should learn our role And play it the opposite. ‘Cause the survival of the fittest crowns them kings. While we fight among ourselves Death throughout the land, a heritage written in blood Blessed by nature while doomed by man’s greed Welcome to Green Hell, where we are just pawns Of the good ol’ Oligarchy. The government falls, but you’re still ruled by gold Nothing will ever change unless we look within And recognize the errors of our generation.