Hangar - The Ma**acre Trilogy lyrics

[Part I: Sailing The Sea of Sorrow] [Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] Oh Lord, no sign to relief Of this agony inside Such a pain is not fair How long shall it last Sailing the sea of sorrow Beyond this point There's no turning back No time to repent No time to regreat Sailing the sea of sorrow My soul is bleeding A sea of sorrow In the middle of nothing Seeking tomorrow Darkness surrounding This bloody expedition Sailing the sea of sorrow How can I finish An impossible mission? A sea of sorrow Embraces the fleet The stars above us And hell underneath Sailing the sea of sorrow Sailing the sea of sorrow Navigating on the sea of sorrow Under the moonlight Fear is your only friend Vastness just your eyes can see [Part II: To Tame a Land] [Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] How long shall we fight to tame a land? How much blood is needed From the lives spent? Thunder and lightning Flashes of metal Forces uprising In the heat of the battle Violence and force Weapons and power Armored corps Fearless marching forward Surrender or die The crown must prevail Surrender or die The King shall be hailed How long shall we fight to tame a land? How much blood is needed From the lives spent? Blood on the sand Screams in the air We conquer the land You watch it in despair Life or d**h People are dying Walking to hell Burning in the fire Surrender or die The crown must prevail Surrender or die The King shall be hailed How long shall we fight to tame a land? How much blood is needed From the lives spent? [Part III: Five Hundred's Enough] [Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello] Sail, white man Rape, European Come, ba*tards To steal us all In the name of God Rise the swords of Christ And smash every little worm That cries for freedom On your knees, Indians The old world Barbarian Is here to reign You must kiss the cross Raise churches of gold Give diamonds for mirrors Be blessed the righteous Who served those chosen ones God wants you all To save the Crown of Portugal In the name of God They've k**ed millions And smashed every little worm That cried for freedom On your knees, Indians The old world Barbarian Is here to reign You must kiss the cross Raise churches of gold Give diamonds for mirrors Five hundred's enough