Spoken*Que*
tienes tu eh, Gods?
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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
