Let's go, to the new world
Fame and fortune is waiting for England
Here it is! The Roanoke island
History will remember our names
The world is too small for us
With our flag we need a new start
May our faith chase the heavens of these lands
By force take the gold of the native ones
But this time, we won't let you stay
We will spare none of you for we're betrayed
And the legend of this cursed land began
Leaving a word, but not the name of someone
It all started with a challenge
Could the colony find its place?
With the men of sir Raleigh
Will the queen take this new edge?
So we dreamt about the summer
And the new face of heaven
But the nightmares of the storms
Were all hidden by thoughts of gold
Set sail, to the new world
Fame and fortune is waiting for England
Here it is! The Roanoke island
History will remember our names
The violence brought violence
Retreat and retry
John White his daughter, one hundred and seventeen men
Had the last chance to conquer this land again
And after his granddaughter born in this Paradise of death and gold
He waved at them saying: "I'll come back in a while",
But it was the last goodbye
Because then
After three long years
He came back to find them
But once arrived, no one there
No sign of fights at all
No one to save and no tombstones
And the story of this cursed man ends
Carving a word without Malta's cross
Since then
Looking at the horizon of the history line
John White still cries
Goodbye my child
Goodnight granddaughter
Everyday day I feel so far
Promise of glory
Into a dark tale
C R O A T O A N
History will remember this name
Since then
Looking at the horizon of the history line
John White still cries
Goodbye my child
Goodnight granddaughter
Everyday day I feel so far
Promise of glory
Into a dark tale
C R O A T O A N
History will remember this name
...a warning to posterity