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 gra** "Get back into those silly ships Before we kick your a**" 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