In old Peru, there was a woman most proud. She led a pious life and prospered, with her people, until the year of 1532. Then came the strangers.
Manco Crimic, hear our prayers.
Gunpowder fills the valley.
We have lived true to your teachings, generation to generation.
Daggers lifted in final ritual; ultimate sacrifice.
Lift me onwards, to greater purpose.
Hands joined, spirits lifting.
Let no hand but yours take our lives.
I will not yield.