歌词
(Verse 1)
In the year of our Lord, eighteen twenty-two,
A dream was sold to the many, to the few.
Whispers of a land, so fertile and grand,
Where fortunes lay waiting on golden sands.
Gregor MacGregor, with a soldier’s pride,
Spun tales of Poyais, where wealth would abide.
A prince of a kingdom, a ruler so bold,
But the truth of his words would never be told.
(Chorus)
Oh, the ships set sail, with hope in their hearts,
To a land that existed in no man’s charts.
In the wilderness vast, under treacherous skies,
They found not a kingdom, but a grave of lies.
(Verse 2)
With maps in hand, and currency bright,
They envisioned a future, bathed in light.
But the harbor was silent, the city a ghost,
And the land was a wasteland, no crops to boast.
The settlers they struggled, they labored in vain,
In the grip of disease, in the throes of pain.
The jungle was cruel, the promises false,
MacGregor’s illusion, a devil’s waltz.
(Chorus)
Oh, the ships set sail, with hope in their hearts,
To a land that existed in no man’s charts.
In the wilderness vast, under treacherous skies,
They found not a kingdom, but a grave of lies.
(Bridge)
And as they perished, one by one,
Under the merciless tropical sun,
The man who had led them to this cursed shore,
Slipped away, to deceive once more.
(Verse 3)
In the halls of London, and the streets of France,
He danced his deception, a master’s trance.
Forged papers and titles, with cunning and charm,
While his victims lay cold, on Poyais’ arm.
But justice was blind, and fate turned away,
As the prince of Poyais escaped from the fray.
He lived out his days, on lies built high,
A conman crowned, under a false sky.
(Chorus)
Oh, the ships set sail, with hope in their hearts,
To a land that existed in no man’s charts.
In the wilderness vast, under treacherous skies,
They found not a kingdom, but a grave of lies.
(Outro)
So remember the tale, of Poyais’ shame,
Of lives that were lost in a fraudulent game.
For the promise of riches, for a dream gone awry,
Lies the ghost of a country that never would die.
But justice was blind, and fate turned away,
As the prince of Poyais escaped from the fray.
He lived out his days, on lies built high,
A conman crowned, under a false sky.
(Chorus)
Oh, the ships set sail, with hope in their hearts,
To a land that existed in no man’s charts.
In the wilderness vast, under treacherous skies,
They found not a kingdom, but a grave of lies.
(Outro)
So remember the tale, of Poyais’ shame,
Of lives that were lost in a fraudulent game.
For the promise of riches, for a dream gone awry,
Lies the ghost of a country that never would die.
