Genocide

Emperor’s conspiracy
Religious conformity
Dark of morning, without warning
The sign of the eagle and serpent
Will cease to be
Bring forth the new beginning
The children trampled
Underneath their heels
Skulls smashed in by metal shields

Fire lights the morning sky
Weeping women crying, why
Did they betray our trust?
Torching us to ash and dust
Not a chance that they’ll survive
Free falling into genocide
Culture is lost
Sacrifice the gods

For a deity unknown
They have destroyed our home
The new king hides away his face in shame
Holy city wrapped in flames
Strange new weapons boom and roar
The water stained red from gore
Aztecs praying to their gods
Refusing to accept the cross
Not a chance that they’ll survive

Free falling into genocide
Now deserted by their gods
As cortes raises up the cross
Forcing it as it contradicts
A loving way, but pain inflicts
Questions of who to blame
Things will never be the same