Well the rocky beds were flowing
The rivers softly glowing
Over burst all kinds of light
Where the sky had intermingled with the rain
The Sierras spilling slowly through the crevice of the mountain
And the dew came swiftly rising
As the minds spun hopeless dreams
Through the eyes of the present times retreating
And the high priest moving forward
Bowed his head in honor
To the virgin who lay bleeding
And the hidden child sleeping
In the confines of her {?}
And the earth spins revolution
And the moonlight falls {?}
Upon the {?} of altar
And there's nothing then remaining
But the blood
The moon has spun a thousand
And the gold dust Sierra temples is the core of Spanish Jesus {?}
Is the heart of nosy neighbors
There is nothing then remaining
But the blood