Oh, I could sacrifice one thousand virgins
Black blood dripping down these stepped pyramids
And not a single god would answer my call
Demons from hell, prisoners of a fairy tale
You, Quetzalcoatl from Tule
Blonde and bearded god
Who brought us back the rules
That we long forgot
We close our eyes and see
What we dream to be
While you bring through the forest
Famine, rash and pest
Montezuma is weak
On his throne he sits
While these Spaniards k**
At their own will!
We shouldn't ignore d**h
She follows our steps
She sends smiles and signs
She will never rest
Walks d**h on the road to Tenochtitlan
Slowly walks towards Aztec's last stand!
Cries Cortés under a tree, cries his only love
One thousand people dead, for each ounce of gold
Quetzalcoatl holy snake, every feather is a fake!
But I'm just a priest, hidden in a floating nest