[Verse 1]

A part of the elite, architect, elegant, ambitious devils with class

Christopher managed to borrow the cash

The beliefs of the queen along with the mass

Demonic thoughts in his skull like glass

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 kill 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 assassins 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 kill

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 death 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