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Lyrics Verse A: Uncertain destiny, they're sailing far from home. Power and gold in mind, to build up their new dome. Verse B: The tribes are killed and raped, the sword reigns on their way. All know that death will come, for those who disobey. Verse C: Under the slavery, the culture disappears. Freedom is out of sight, for more than hundred years. Chorus: Conquistadores. Taking the treasure. Conquistadores. Searching for pleasure. Conquistadores. Fine acquisition. Conquistadores. Without permission. |
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