Storm the shore, forced war, invaders breakin’ borders, Raiders with blades, crusaders, enslavers givin’ orders, But we rise from Amazon tides, jungle soldiers fortified, Spirit fortified, mortified, still we fight, never die. Disease spreadin’ quicker, but resistance thicker, Poison-tipped arrows quicker than triggers, vigor deliver, Iron ships approach, we provoke, evoke smoke, Chokin’ colonizers cloaked in their violent hopes. Land of Tupã, warriors chant thunderous rhythms, Visions of freedom driven, risen above prisons, They call us savage, tragic havoc they manage, But we ravage their advantage, vanish in our tactics. Villages burnin’, but ancestors speak, Through rivers and peaks, tears fall as we weep, Spirits whisper strength, as mothers still grieve, The soil bleeds stories Europeans can’t perceive. We swing obsidian blades, defending terrains, Sendin’ invaders to graves, endin’ their raids, This bloodbath, wrath clash, ambush paths, Jaguar stealth, death’s aftermath, they feel the wrath. Internal battles rage, survival of culture, Circling vultures, colonizers sculptured, We remain defiant, tribal alliance, reliant, Resistance radiant, resilient, violent and vibrant. But they capture our kin, shackled in sin, Ships packed in, black flags laughin’ within, We mourn under moons, cries haunt monsoons, Promises broke like bones, silence looms. You claim discovery? Nah, this land breathes ancestry, Centuries memory, battles embed our legacy, You conquer with scripture, twistin’ the picture, We rupture your structure, fearless and quicker. Our scars map stars, carved deep in skin, Indigenous wisdom, rhythm of kin, fightin’ within, Colonial grip slips quick, when we rip scripts, Flip ships, equip fists, our fury eclipsed. Yet time erodes, souls stolen from home, But our seeds sown, blood and bone, we’ve grown, Echoes of warriors flow, through rivers below, Resilient hearts beat eternal, we’ll never let go.