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27 Spanishes

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  • Twenty-seven spanishes
    Arriving from the sea
    Blades of steel flashing
    Cutting down the eagle's tree
    Came riding in on mountains
    On red and silver steeds
    Into the city of the serpent
    Through the gates of the Otomi
    A soldier dressed in iron asks
    "Where do you all come from?"
    "From the earth of four directions
    From the purple clouds above"
    Just then a rain came falling down
    As the wind began to blow
    The sky then turned to crimson
    With a sound so deep and low
    Said the brown prince to the spanishes
    As he raised a mighty hand
    "Don't come here bringing worries
    To the people of this land"
    Their swords then turned to deadly snakes
    Like the ones found in the grass
    "Get back into those silly ships
    Before we kick your ass"
    But the strangers made an offer
    So the brown prince said "why not"
    And ended up with empty plates
    And boot soup in a pot
    Later they became muy friendly
    And their blood was often mixed
    Now they all hang out together
    And play guitars for kicks
  • Twenty-seven spanishes
    Arriving from the sea
    Blades of steel flashing
    Cutting down the eagle's tree
    Came riding in on mountains
    On red and silver steeds
    Into the city of the serpent
    Through the gates of the Otomi
    A soldier dressed in iron asks
    "Where do you all come from?"
    "From the earth of four directions
    From the purple clouds above"
    Just then a rain came falling down
    As the wind began to blow
    The sky then turned to crimson
    With a sound so deep and low
    Said the brown prince to the spanishes
    As he raised a mighty hand
    "Don't come here bringing worries
    To the people of this land"
    Their swords then turned to deadly snakes
    Like the ones found in the grass
    "Get back into those silly ships
    Before we kick your ass"
    But the strangers made an offer
    So the brown prince said "why not"
    And ended up with empty plates
    And boot soup in a pot
    Later they became muy friendly
    And their blood was often mixed
    Now they all hang out together
    And play guitars for kicks