| I’ve slit the throats | |
| of clergymen and governors. | |
| Those bloated swine... | |
| May their screams unhinge | |
| a thankless crown. | |
| O King! See your soldiers | |
| scrape at the algae growing | |
| below the planks? | |
| They starve, yet still | |
| they quarrel for phantom ore | |
| once owed your throne. | |
| “Forgive this ship of fools,” | |
| said I to the mouths of trees, | |
| leaves as hellhound tongues | |
| outstretched to drink the stream. | |
| The beast flung its filth | |
| into the wake, | |
| tail coiled, | |
| fingers grasping | |
| the remains of our splintered mast. | |
| Once we’ve razed the land of gold | |
| I will crucify him. | |
| The corpses on my raft | |
| smell of piss and blood, | |
| yet they were but men, | |
| and all men, slaves and kings alike, | |
| leave stench as their epitaph. | |
| Not I. | |
| Holy Mother Church of Rome, | |
| cleanse this ground I conquer! | |
| Rain brimstone upon the judges | |
| who steal from the weary. | |
| Slaughter the Lutherans | |
| and priests who taint your word. | |
| Make Peru the purest land, | |
| for I am its prince | |
| and will forever be. | |
| I am its prince | |
| and will forever be. | |
| O King! See your isle | |
| burned by my soldiers. | |
| Your vassals and their wives, | |
| I hung them all. | |
| Panama will fall. | |
| With my daughter | |
| I forge an empire | |
| to survive us both. | |
| My deeds live on, | |
| for I have seen what men | |
| could only dream they saw. | |
| I have seen what men | |
| could only dream they saw. |
| I' ve slit the throats | |
| of clergymen and governors. | |
| Those bloated swine... | |
| May their screams unhinge | |
| a thankless crown. | |
| O King! See your soldiers | |
| scrape at the algae growing | |
| below the planks? | |
| They starve, yet still | |
| they quarrel for phantom ore | |
| once owed your throne. | |
| " Forgive this ship of fools," | |
| said I to the mouths of trees, | |
| leaves as hellhound tongues | |
| outstretched to drink the stream. | |
| The beast flung its filth | |
| into the wake, | |
| tail coiled, | |
| fingers grasping | |
| the remains of our splintered mast. | |
| Once we' ve razed the land of gold | |
| I will crucify him. | |
| The corpses on my raft | |
| smell of piss and blood, | |
| yet they were but men, | |
| and all men, slaves and kings alike, | |
| leave stench as their epitaph. | |
| Not I. | |
| Holy Mother Church of Rome, | |
| cleanse this ground I conquer! | |
| Rain brimstone upon the judges | |
| who steal from the weary. | |
| Slaughter the Lutherans | |
| and priests who taint your word. | |
| Make Peru the purest land, | |
| for I am its prince | |
| and will forever be. | |
| I am its prince | |
| and will forever be. | |
| O King! See your isle | |
| burned by my soldiers. | |
| Your vassals and their wives, | |
| I hung them all. | |
| Panama will fall. | |
| With my daughter | |
| I forge an empire | |
| to survive us both. | |
| My deeds live on, | |
| for I have seen what men | |
| could only dream they saw. | |
| I have seen what men | |
| could only dream they saw. |
| I' ve slit the throats | |
| of clergymen and governors. | |
| Those bloated swine... | |
| May their screams unhinge | |
| a thankless crown. | |
| O King! See your soldiers | |
| scrape at the algae growing | |
| below the planks? | |
| They starve, yet still | |
| they quarrel for phantom ore | |
| once owed your throne. | |
| " Forgive this ship of fools," | |
| said I to the mouths of trees, | |
| leaves as hellhound tongues | |
| outstretched to drink the stream. | |
| The beast flung its filth | |
| into the wake, | |
| tail coiled, | |
| fingers grasping | |
| the remains of our splintered mast. | |
| Once we' ve razed the land of gold | |
| I will crucify him. | |
| The corpses on my raft | |
| smell of piss and blood, | |
| yet they were but men, | |
| and all men, slaves and kings alike, | |
| leave stench as their epitaph. | |
| Not I. | |
| Holy Mother Church of Rome, | |
| cleanse this ground I conquer! | |
| Rain brimstone upon the judges | |
| who steal from the weary. | |
| Slaughter the Lutherans | |
| and priests who taint your word. | |
| Make Peru the purest land, | |
| for I am its prince | |
| and will forever be. | |
| I am its prince | |
| and will forever be. | |
| O King! See your isle | |
| burned by my soldiers. | |
| Your vassals and their wives, | |
| I hung them all. | |
| Panama will fall. | |
| With my daughter | |
| I forge an empire | |
| to survive us both. | |
| My deeds live on, | |
| for I have seen what men | |
| could only dream they saw. | |
| I have seen what men | |
| could only dream they saw. |
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