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