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