Azote De Dios
Tierra Santa
Scourge of God
Traveling between two lands
The conqueror rode
Wherever he stepped
Not even the grass grew back
He traveled with the stars
And towards them he went to look
And upon looking there he found
The light of his passion
They say his soul
One night darkened
The cross he saw in his dream
Was forged with his blood
He reached his destination
And a man met him
And in his hand he could see
The light of his fear
He who made a great empire
Tremble without mercy
Now returns to his land
With fear in his heart
And hidden on the path
Today death will wait
That light he dreamed of yesterday
Today will kill him
