Puputan Lyrics

Smoke is rising from the palace for war
Wild's the drumming within the walls they approach
Dressed in white, rites of death are received
Jewels and coins, kris the weapon of choice

The Dutch face a glamorous army
Marching all bold

Time for glory, we shall not be despoiled
Death before dishonour for us all

The Dutch dealing death with their rifles
The rest kill themselves

As the last one falls to the ground, with a child killed by a kris
Subjugated die as one
Mounds of corpses growing on, the old the young all dead and gone
Stripped and sacked by intruders

The Dutch dealing death with their rifles
The rest kill themselves

As the last one falls to the ground, with a child killed by a kris
Subjugated die as one
Mounds of corpses growing on, the old the young all dead and gone
Stripped and sacked by intruders