Burying swords into emaciated ribs

Tired naked souls

Could no longer walk

Exotic filthy mongrel dogs

Fettered to failure

By a flawed genome

With laziness indelible and inherent

The pitch brutes lived

At the end of the whip

Burying swords into emaciated ribs

Tired naked souls

Could no longer walk

Exotic filthy mongrel dogs

Fettered to failure

By a flawed genome

With laziness indelible and inherent

The pitch brutes lived

At the end of the whip

Disarming them of bows

And poisoned arrows

A lifetime of penitence

Follows the lost battle

Infusion of their poisoned blood

Spirals into societal decay

The sobs of the defeated

Became a painful roar

Longing for a painless death

Became their vision of heaven

Resolved to avenge the deaths

Of those killed tribesmen

Set themselves ablaze

To avoid captured humility

European death revealed mortality

Iberian troops gather their weapons

Journey for centre of the plateau