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