Build a place out of sin
finally the tribe may win
they'll come by the thousands seeking cash
we can rekindle there
the souvereign ember's glare
windfalls after all these barren years
Roll the dice and take your chances
cut the cards and name your pirce
bet twice for the spirit life
your fate is sealed alone
You must atone
at the turning stone
justice is sown at last
liberate from you
what you took from mee
this is our degree (thought we were free)
At the turning stone
Knew they'd come to claim their share
200 years so they think it's fair
It's but a moment in our plight
Fought the crown with you
rank and file sooner a mother forget her child
Than you should somehow forget us
Roll the dice and take your chances
cut the cards and name your price
bet thrice for the native life
Their fate was sealed long ago
