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letra de a bard's tale - entierralos

this is a bard’s tale

through the brush a boy and his mother
were walking towards their village
there were talks that the gods had arrived

towards the horizon an awesome demon was heading their way
the young man was stricken by the beauty as it came into view
this wooden monstrosity glistened as it broke the hymen of their mother earth
“this was no god” the boy thought
the m-ssive beast shrieked and cracked as it landed
its mouth grew open, and chatters of the souls it took came from its bowls…
but wait! the souls were alive!
for in their flesh and colorful stature they greeted the village folk

they spoke an odd tongue; but other than small features
they were not much different from the village folk
they seemed rather pleased as the kin bowed at their feet
and provided offerings
as more of his people welcomed the strangers the young man grew weary
he was still

the boy thought to himself, “these cannot be the gods”
“made of the same clay and life that all other men are made from?”
“the gods would be humble not varnished in lavish wears.”
then it all made sense. “imposters!”

the young man ran to grab the attention of his elders
but no matter how he yelled no one listened to him…
their eyes held no souls, instead the reflection of he who first appeared
suddenly, more men emerged from the mouth of the beast
holding immaculate clubs and intricate spears
wearing armor made from what seemed like the sky itself
some readied the spears up to their view, the rest
ran

time stood still
the boy could not comprehend what was unfolding before him

blood, silence
screams, ending
at the hands… of the conquistadors

in a fit of rage the young boy dashed for a sword on the ground
and held it to the neck of he who first emerged
with his guard up, he let his strength be known

“you are no god
you take our people
and lay crimson on our sand?
rape our land and laugh at the pain?
but you are but a man
made of the same blood as me
breathe the same air as me!
will die the same death as me…
and may the gods help me
as long as i bleed you will hurt
as long as i breathe you will choke…
as long as i live you will wish death!
for as long as our flesh bears the same name
your will not win!
you will not triumph!
you mother f-cking conquistador!

blood! silence!
screams! ending!
at the hands… of the conquistadors!

everything gone forever
just in text and words
in polyurethane swords and feathered hats
forever more
goodbye my old friend, goodbye my son
i knew thee well
but i promise you;
i’ll see you again once more…

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