RATCLIFFE: What can you expect from filthy little heathens? Here's what you get when races are diverse. Their skin's a hellish red, they're only good when dead, they're vermin as I said and worse they're ENGLISHMEN: Savages, savages RATCLIFFE: Barely even human ENGLISHMEN: Savages, savages RATCLIFFE: Drive them from our shore! They're not like you and me which means they must be evil. We must sound the drums of war. ENGLISHMEN: They're savages, savages. Dirty, shrieking devils. Now we sound the drums of war POWHATAN: This is what we feared The paleface is a demon the only thing they feel at all is greed KEKATA: Beneath that milky hide there's emptiness inside INDIANS: I wonder ifthey even bleed they're savages, savages POWHATAN: Barely even human INDIANS: Savages, savages POWHATAN: Killers at the core KEKATA: They're different from us which means they can't be trusted POWHATAN: We must sound the drums of war INDIANS: They're savages, savages. First we deal with this one then we sound the drums of war ALL: Savages, savages! BEN: Let's go get a few, men! ALL: Savages, savages! RATCLIFFE: Now it's up to you, men! ALL: Savages! Savages barely even human now we sound the drums of war.
POCAHONTAS: They're going to kill him at sunrise, Grandmother Willow. GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: You have to stop them. POCAHONTAS: I can't. GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: Child, remember your dream. POCAHONTAS: I was wrong, Grandmother Willow. I followed the wrong path. I feel so lost. POCAHONTAS: The compass. The spinning arrow. GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: It's the arrow from your dream! POCAHONTAS: I was right. It was pointing to him! Sunrise. GRANDMOTHER WILLOW: It's not too late, child! Let the spirits of the earth guide you! You know your path, child. Now follow it!
RATCLIFFE: This will be the day Let's go, men! POWHATAN: This will be the morning Bring out the prisoner! ENGLISHMEN AND INDIANS: We will see them dying in the dust POCAHONTAS: I don't know what I can do still I know I've got to try ENGLISHMEN AND INDIANS: Now we make them pay POCAHONTAS: Eagle, help my feet to fly ENGLISHMEN AND INDIANS: Now, without a warning POCAHONTAS: Mountain, help my heart be great ENGLISHMEN AND INDIANS: Now we leave them blood and bone and dust POCAHONTAS: Spirits ofthe earth and sky ENGLISHMEN AND INDIANS: It's them or us POCAHONTAS: Please don't let it be too late ENGLISHMEN AND INDIANS: They're a bunch of filthy, stinking savages. Savages! Demons!
Devils! Kill them!
What are we waiting for?
Destroy their evil race until there's not a trace left.
POCAHONTAS: How loud are the drums of war?
ENGLISHMEN AND INDIANS: We will see what comes of trying to be chums
POCAHONTAS: Is the death of all I love carried in the drumming
ENGLISHMEN AND INDIANS: of War