Is this my final resting place, my final place to dwell The vile stench of blood and death, this pain as if from Hell A fleet of Spanish galleons, are spotted on our seas The date and time are perfect, no this cannot be These men of steel and muskets, come from a distant land In search of gold and glory, is this our final stand? Montezuma, the ancient prophecy foretold Montezuma, the coming of a new age Montezuma, the fall of a mighty empire Montezuma, a god's vengeful rage The temple of the sun god, lies burnt to a crisp Volcanic eruptions, the water steams below These signs warned us, of our coming fate How can our forefathers sins, be laid upon us? Canon blasts, are carried in the wind Armed in iron, fearless they march Through icy cliffs, volcanic ash Scorched desert valleys, ruthless rapids They're horses charge, are they gods or beasts? It's too late to make peace Conquistadors march, with banners raised high "We conquer in the name of the Lord" Severed bodies, lay across the floor, We've tasted steel, and now we are no more.