Azken Gurutzada

The last crusade!

I wanted you
To resist the distant Middle Ages
The legend of the past
Or the land of the hobbits
But I can't
Today they come from the dungeons
Where the chained
Real monsters

Conquerors
In the rhythm
Of the empire's drum

Today the serpents
Are ignited by electrodes
In a controlled
Castle's warriors
And dark horsemen
With the armor of the law
Instead of swords
They attack coldly

The last crusade
We were not born different
In search of destruction

Conquerors
In the rhythm
Of the empire's drum
With the strength of the ancestors
In the walls of the castle
All the stones thrown
Must endure firmly

Burn, burn, burn
Basques!!