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Is this my final resting place, my final place to dwell

The vile stench of blood and death, this pain as if from Hell

A fleet of Spanish galleons, are spotted on our seas

The date and time are perfect, no this cannot be

These men of steel and muskets, come from a distant land

In search of gold and glory, is this our final stand?

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Montezuma, the ancient prophecy foretold

Montezuma, the coming of a new age

Montezuma, the fall of a mighty empire

Montezuma, a god’s vengeful rage

The temple of the sun god, lies burnt to a crisp

Volcanic eruptions, the water steams below

These signs warned us, of our coming fate

How can our forefathers sins, be laid upon us?

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Canon blasts, are carried in the wind

Armed in iron, fearless they march

Through icy cliffs, volcanic ash

Scorched desert valleys, ruthless rapids

They’re horses charge, are they gods or beasts?

It's too late to make peace

Conquistadors march, with banners raised high

“We conquer in the name of the Lord”

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Severed bodies, lay across the floor,

We’ve tasted steel, and now we are no more.