Pizarro
And there he lay dying
In a pool of his own blood
He drew a symbol of the cross
alabanza a usted, el quien es dios, jesucristo
So far away from home
With brothers at his side
A lust for gold
A taste of blood
He came flying off the water
He went marching through the mire
One hundred and sixty faithful men
Fighting an empire
So far away from home
With brothers at his side
A lust for gold
A taste of blood
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Pizarro
And there he lay dying
In a pool of his own blood
He drew a symbol of the cross
alabanza a usted, el quien es dios, jesucristo
So far away from home
With brothers at his side
A lust for gold
A taste of blood
He came flying off the water
He went marching through the mire
One hundred and sixty faithful men
Fighting an empire
So far away from home
With brothers at his side
A lust for gold
A taste of blood
