Conquistadors

Conquistadors came across the ocean to tame our land and kill our culture
Bringer of grief and death-apocalyptic riders
Gruesome and false they must be sick
The bloodhounds unleashed, addicted to gold
No way to stop them
Slaying our families
Burning our icons
What will remain?
Conquistadors burn our temples to the ground
And spit at ancient gods-what an abasement!
Abandoned by their crown they rob and steal
In the name of christ they rape and kill
Watch out conquistadors
The day of vengeance will come
Die slow conquistador
And see your heart pounding in my hands
You can’t hear us sneaking through the jungle
Your throats can not stand the blades of our, knives
The bloodhounds unleashed, addicted to gold
No way to stop them
Slaying our families
Burning our icons
What will remain