Montezuma

Is this my final resting place, my final place to dwell
 The vile stench of blood and death, this pain as if from Hell
 A fleet of Spanish galleons, are spotted on our seas
 The date and time are perfect, no this cannot be
 These men of steel and muskets, come from a distant land
 In search of gold and glory, is this our final stand?
 Montezuma, the ancient prophecy foretold
 Montezuma, the coming of a new age
 Montezuma, the fall of a mighty empire
 Montezuma, a god's vengeful rage
 The temple of the sun god, lies burnt to a crisp
 Volcanic eruptions, the water steams below
 These signs warned us, of our coming fate
 How can our forefathers sins, be laid upon us?
 Canon blasts, are carried in the wind
 Armed in iron, fearless they march
 Through icy cliffs, volcanic ash
 Scorched desert valleys, ruthless rapids
 They're horses charge, are they gods or beasts?
 It's too late to make peace
 Conquistadors march, with banners raised high
 "We conquer in the name of the Lord"
 Severed bodies, lay across the floor,
 We've tasted steel, and now we are no more.