It was 1492, a day that would live forever

In the minds of our generation’s progeny,

Whether in awe, shame, or agony

At the endless pain of their ancestors.

I sailed across the mighty ocean

That year, that very year, 1492

To win new land for the glory of Spain

I was an explorer, and desired nothing more

Than to walk the world across the sea…

To find the legendary gold hordes…

Of the Indian Islands…

Right beyond my doorstep.

I did not find the treasure I sought;

But I found adventure,

Appealing as it was to my pioneering mind.

But those who stood before my path had to go…

To make room for civilization’s grand coming

And redemption, brought beside it, for the primitive races.

The American Indians, they did not matter to me

…Though they brought many fine gifts to us

Who, to them, had come from beyond the stars.

But it mattered not, for they barred the way

Of progress, and so they had to go.

Their purpose served, they left the spotlight

That year, that very year, 1492

Was the beginning of their downfall.

Their fatal flaw was trusting us, trusting me…

I have brought about the downfall of a nation!

And now America is as a nation founded

Born of sweat and blood, but not our own.