"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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] save us, we are your sons