*spoken*

que tienes tú, eh?

*



Gods were watching in the distance

the killing of their sons 

they heard their desperate screams

crying, they knew the time had come



Hundreds of years ago

false men came in their boats 

they tried to kill our knowledge and creed

they won, but they spread our seed



blood still courses through our hearts 

blood still courses through our minds 

our memories were written in blood 

we still believe our glory will return



Boiling blood in our veins

burn our painful past 

boiling blood

we should turn them to dust



We are the boling blood coursing though our race

there's nothing to regret we feel the ancient grace

they killed our world, but they couldn't kill our force

gods protect us this time, come save us, we are your sons