"There would never be found enough words to alleviate the misery that Cortes took to Mesoamerican lands. We'll never perform enough acts to redeem Spanish barbarism at the gates of the kingdom of Yucatan. Not even each and every drop of blood from Fray Diego de Landa will return the descendants of Yucatan the codices and memories he ordered to burn..."
Axe, can you feel the flavour of glory?
The impious constellations rise up with me
I'm on the real way to destroy the life
I'm the sovereign of all things
Decrepit vision of a dirty god
Slave, the whip will never leave your back
A million souls in sorrow, your suffering are deserved
Angel without wings, show me the face of your god
Storm in my head, nature burns
A million souls in sorrow, your suffering are deserved
Angel without wings, tell me the name of your god
Algol with his glow illuminates my way to madness
Daring servant of double moral
Unpleasant preacher's sermon
Sinner embrace the divine impurity
Larvae mass Mountains
The unbearable true
Death is the freedom
Purity withers on your hands
Forgotten exploits of the Messiah
Sacrilegious speakers of an abhorrent god
Turned into flames
Fire tongues are throwing silent prayers
The blood of the forgotten Christ
Carrions of a new world torn out from the bowels of the earth
Angel without wings, the purity withers on your hands
