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