Hocico

*spoken*
que tienes tú, eh?
*
Gods were watching in the distance
the killing of their sons
they heard their desperate screams
crying, they knew the time had come
Hundreds of years ago
false men came in their boats
they tried to kill our knowledge and creed
they won, but they spread our seed
blood still courses through our hearts
blood still courses through our minds
our memories were written in blood
we still believe our glory will return
Boiling blood in our veins
burn our painful past
boiling blood
we should turn them to dust
We are the boling blood coursing though our race
there's nothing to regret we feel the ancient grace
they killed our world, but they couldn't kill our force
gods protect us this time, come save us, we are your sons