He came dancing across the water,
With his galleons and guns,
Looking for the new world,
And the palace in the sun.
On the shore lay Montezuma,
With his coca leaves and pearls,
In his halls he often wandered,
With the secrets of the worlds.
And his subjects gathered ’round him,
Like the leaves around a tree,
In their clothes of many colours,
For the angry gods to see.
And the women all were beautiful,
And the men stood straight and strong,
They offered life in sacrifice,
So that others could go on.
Hate was just a legend,
And war was never known,
The people worked together,
And they lifted many stones.
They carried them to the flatlands,
But they died along the way,
And they built up with their bare hands,
What we still can’t do today.
And I know she’s living there,
And she loves me to this day,
I still can’t remember when,
Or how I lost my way.
He came dancing across the water,
Cortez, Cortez,
What a killer.
