[Verse 1]
A part of the elite, architect, elegant, ambitious devils with cla**
Christopher managed to borrow the cash
The beliefs of the queen along with the ma**
Demonic thoughts in his skull like gla**
Sharp when lunged in a wind blast
At glance they seem to glow, low and behold
Truth unfolds proof savagery eminently awaits
But still their cold affects the souls of
What he thought were the Indies
When arriving at an island named Borinquen
The shadows in the trees that were already there to greet him decided to leave that glow
Sinking at the expense of their extinction
Asking themselves, what kind of god would suffocate
Should we k** them all they ponder in the presence of a drowned god endorphins started to gather
Striding their inner chaos with three eyes open
Rather than panicking their walk displayed the same when they returned to the village
The end of the pillage
The cacique was told
The so called gods are frauds
The bow, the arrow, the spear
Look to your rear, these war a**a**ins are here
Rather be dead than fear
The devils want gold, my people want red war paint
[Verse 2]
With a blade he slowly crept behind one of the guards
Cut his neck from ear to ear
Covered his mouth to silence the screams of fear
Blood dripping on the sand
With a signal of his hand
He gave the command to stand still like frogs will when a bat flies above looking for prey to k**
Swigging from tree vines
Sending chills up spines
One started to run but fell when arrows shot his mind
Hiding in the mountains clouds their judgment
But the worry for the village stands above it and to protect it is to love it
The medicine men can't provide cure or immunity for this disease that spreads
Whole families are dead
They knew the battle would never end
Even if the soldiers on the island were defeated
They would send more men
Although it was 10 to 1 Tainos still owned the sun
Tainos still owned the sun!
Hope rested in their hearts in the land once familiar to their eyes now detached apart from its vibration
The smell of d**h on inhalation disturbs their concentration
Some of them lost their will for meditation
What an unpredictable separation
Betrayal in the air at all moments
A humming of anticipation
Mixed with streams of anger displacement, humiliation
They started pilling the dead forming circles
Burning the mounds to chants and drums
Sacred spiritual hums vibrated beyond the watery graves of children with holes in their lungs
The skies lit up like comet tails were in the atmosphere
Lost hope orbiting in the black holes of fear
Peer stares at peer and it appears to be clear Evolution has chosen the mere
Conscious evolution, unconscious evolution steered like Ninas, Pintas, and Santa Marias