AoE

Verse 1: Ships set sail through tempest gales, conquistadors in plate and mail Compasses and astrolabes guide caravels through ocean waves Seeking riches, spices, gold, new frontiers for kings of old Yet 'neath their flags so boldly flown, darker motives yet unknown "God, glory, gold" their battle cry justifies Millions die, cultures fall, how to judge their onward sprawl? For human hist'ry from that stage, the truth must be our gaze's gauge Were they heroes forging paths or villains, sickos, psychopaths? Perhaps both stories play their part, the light and shade of mankind's arc (Dark ominous outro)