"There would never be found enough words to alleviate the misery that Cortes took to Mesoamerican lande. We'll never perform enough acts to redeem Spanish barbariem at the gates of the kingdoom of Yucatan. Not even each and every drop of blood from Fray Diego de Landa will return the descendante of Yucatan the codices and memories he ordened to burn..."

The arrival of the false gods.

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 is deserved.

Angel without wings, show me the face of your god.

Storm in my head, nature burns.

A millions souls in sorrow, your suffering is 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 exploite of the Messiah.

Sacrilegious speakers of an abhorrent god.

Turned in to flames,

Fire tounges are throwing silent prayers.

The blood of the forgotten Christ,

carrions of a new world torn from the bowels of the earth.

Angel without wings, the purity withers on your hands.

(Hallado en Internet).