Текст песни Conquistadors

I came along on bended knee

Careful they would make it be

I was made a heart of mean

I was never hoisted

My hands, my rope

My key, my door

Yeah, compassion grows

But conquistador

Title of the song

Hitler and the twelfth Pope of Pius can't hide

I was killed by my own kind
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In a Holocaust, faith burns

Yeah, you should be shocked

You should turn

My hands, my rope

My key, my door

Yeah, compassion grows

But conquistador

My blood has been spilled

Henceforth, the Catholic guilt

My blood has been spilled

Henceforth, the Catholic guilt