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We thought our dead

Returned from sea

Displaced from their final journey

Our women weaped

Our elders warned

Of lost spirits now returned

The pale flesh smelled of death

And spoke of a god who died for sin

That we belong to his kingdom

And that we too would join with him

Or die

Deliverance

From our world

Captivity

Resisting hold

Of the flesh

Til death

We give them nothing but grief in hand

To be thorn in flesh

You cannot conquer those at will

Asserting ancestral right

We concede nothing

No land or sea to you

Relentless miserable plight

We will endure this for all time

No rest til our world is free

Resist this onslaught

These conquistadors

No fuerzas armadas

Standing at our doors

Repel these missions

Creating neophytes

Burning presidio

Light of our lives

This new world is born of blood and fire

The time has come

To bring the end

Of this encomienda

To raise the call

Of days of war

Back to Tovaangar

May the Spirits grant us the strength

Of a thousand generations

Twenty-one

Monuments

To infamy

Lay to rest

Imperial legacy

We give them nothing but grief in hand

To be thorn in flesh

You cannot conquer those at will

Asserting ancestral right

We concede nothing

No land or sea to you

Relentless miserable plight

We will endure this for all time

No rest til our world is free

In what a world

Was this meant to be

Such monumental suffering

Made by choice

Not inevitably

Progress is killing the free