Grand Spanish God

- Montezuma Golden on earth he lived upon his land Cortes his rival metalled horse and soldier Spanish grand Aztec warrior a noble race to them a god should come From far beyond their skeleton homes and on beyond their drum Arrived with thirteen horses led, ship- wrights cooks and priests Conversion of the savage race for gold to calm the beast Convert or die a mottoes cry or fall before the sword For Spain to bow for Phillip now and seek out your reward They marched and welled volcanoes tell their horses bayed the throngs Allies deide a growing tide a force with banging gongs To Mexico go a causeway row an empire of the sun Dream of gold and rape be told a new utopian Hostage held Montezuma tell your treasures of the peaks Deliver now a golden brow or life will leave your cheeks More and more arrival gold in plaza decked festooned But leave they say won’t go away disease takes over soon A battle shout of wooden clouts by causeway boats do meet Eventually send new boats amend an Aztec mass retreat To citadel retreat to hell burn out each temple top The fallen crown for Phillip down complete and burn the lot A sorrow say a race away today their pride does seep Christian bell before to tell a loss of millions weep Cortes rebels and changes shell a death mask soon will show Response a plea a shame you see as god meets him below