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