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In 1519: two of thirteen had survived

As the ruthless conquistador Cartés arrived

All that he needed was a cheap and helping hand

To subject Yucatàn, to steal their gold, to bear a deadly plan

His troops are coming closer, armour glistens in the sun

You're 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, you'll never be the same

He'll 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

You're 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