Kingdom of Thieves - ZAO

From the day they washed ashore

The first brick in the foundation

In the kingdom of thieves

Befriend and destroy

Built upon stolen land

Painted with innocent blood

Give thanks and betray them

Shove them into dark corners

Feed them the leftovers of dogs

Dig up their graves and laugh

Pick your teeth with their bones

The fruit of the holy voyage is sour and cursed

Forced by our heroes

To walk a trail of tears

Forced by our forefathers

To watch their wives and children die

In this great, honorable, holy American land

In the kindom of thieves

The great American land