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Gold and glory, they came for our crown

Invaders in armor, tearing us down

We were gods, they called us heathens

Now we’re dead, buried beneath them

From the mountains to the desert plains

They came with fire, they came with chains

Our empire, rich with history and pride

Crushed beneath the boot, nowhere to hide

We were gods, they called us heathens

Now we’re dead, buried beneath them

Inca Empire’s annihilation, blood-soaked nation.

They took our world, with greed’s temptation.

Betrayed by the cross, slaughtered in the name,

We fought for our gods, but it was all in vain.

Sacred temples desecrated with fire

Our kingdom burned in their sick desire

The Inca gods wept from the sky

As the Spanish bastards watched us die

We were gods, they called us heathens

Now we’re dead, buried beneath them

We were not savages, we were kings

Until the dogs came and clipped our wings

In their name, we were forced to bow

But our spirit’s alive, we’re screaming now

In the end, they’ll remember the fall

But they can’t kill the spirit, can’t kill it all

Inca Empire, now lost in the dust

But we live on, in blood and rust