Truganini

All lands have queens

She’s a goddess of the dream time

Evaders of the black line

Around the world it’s a reoccurring thing

Truganini

Everybody wants the simplest things

They want hope, they want love

No voice from above

It’s the truth

And it echoes through the ages

You cannot refute our history

Yes I was taught to compromise but at what price?

The past is the heaviest burden

So many broken promises

I must warn the others

Set the plains on fire

Lеt me rest in the rivеr behind the mountain

Give my all to the bloodline

It’s up to them how the story ends

Truganini