Inca God

Light and sun,
a pyramid in steps
a bridge to the white gods
Athulpa leader of the divine ones
you died not in vain.

The love of your bride still holds
and the omen spoke of a sacrifice
The people that lived higher
than the mountains peaks
shall be freed under my command
El Dorado's caves we marched to
and found not gold, not silver nor weapons
but a bleeding heart waiting for a remedy
a dark corner in this universe
hid the sounds of your screams
under its shrug, now escape!
And with our brown and hairy chests
we shall march under the sun again
oh brothers of the west,
victims of Atlantis,
once again the gate is opening.
Defend the post to death
for the love of life and nature.
Nothing can ever be accomplished
unless it somehow, somewhere begins.