In 1519 two of thirteen had survived As the ruthless conquistador Carts arrived All that he needed was a cheap and helping hand To subject Yucatn, to steal their gold, to bear a deadly plan His troops are coming closer, armour glistens in the sun Youre frightened by their horses, deadly thunder by their guns Get on your feet and fight the enemy Like thousand men strong till their barrier crumbles down In 1561 the evil forced its way The friar game, the end is near, youll never be the same Hell burn down your religion and throw away your pride If you do not make a stand, you soon gonna die His troops are coming closer, armour glistens in the sun Youre frightened by their horses, deadly thunder by their guns Get on your feel and fight the enemy Like thousand men strong till their barrier crumbles down Get on your feel and fight the enemy Like thousand men strong Death is still around
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