Conquistadors - Darkmoon

Conquistadors came across the ocean to tame our land and kill our culture

Bringer of grief and death-apocalyptic riders

Gruesome and false they must be sick

The bloodhounds unleashed, addicted to gold

No way to stop them

Slaying our families

Burning our icons

What will remain?

Conquistadors burn our temples to the ground

And spit at ancient gods-what an abasement!

Abandoned by their crown they rob and steal

In the name of christ they rape and kill

Watch out conquistadors

The day of vengeance will come

Die slow conquistador

And see your heart pounding in my hands

You can’t hear us sneaking through the jungle

Your throats can not stand the blades of our, knives

The bloodhounds unleashed, addicted to gold

No way to stop them

Slaying our families

Burning our icons

What will remain