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