Union of the races
So far from each other
High above they came
With stolen gifts the outlaws descent

Falling as lightning from heaven

Bearing treasures of gold
Riches with jealousy guarded
Carrying the precious chalice
Holding within liquid death

The murderer's daughters
Opened themselves up
With ecstatic delight
To the splendor of the winded serpents

So were the great men of gold beget
Those whose blood still flows
Yet slumbers
Waiting to be awoken again

Sip from the cup of the fallen
Poison it holds does now run through
Feverish trembling and gasping for air
As the chains are breaking