Cortez, The Killer

And his subjects gathered 'round him Like the leaves around a tree In their clothes of many colors For the angry gods to see And the woman all were beautiful And the man stood Straight and strong They offered life in sacrifice So that others could go on Hate was just a legend And war was never known The people worked together And they lifted many stones They carried them To the flatlands And they died along the way But they built up With their bare hands What we still can't do today And I know she's living there And she loves me to this day I still can't remember when Or how I lost my way He came dancing across the water Cortez, Cortez What a killer