Principe Azteca
by starsjupiterandthemoon
I can hear your spirit calling my name
The clay of my land invoking my name
My body is broken and my soul is gone
My principe Azteca resurrect from the dead
Heal my wounds to fight again
I only have my arrow and my bow
And like a hunter I will rescue my soul
Mi principe Azteca white men have come from a foreign land
They murdered our sisters and sons –believing we have no souls
They took our land
They took our gold
They took our freedom
Destroyed our souls in the altar of our gods
My principe Azteca kiss me with your lips of immortality
And with my bow and arrow i will aim straight to their hearts
becuase oh God they deserve to die
My principe Azteca sacrifice my heart
But please don’t let them suffer anymore
Let me rescue their souls.