Salvation by a holy man
Conquistadors
Sword in hand
That was
Always their plan
And the fear all that day
The Invaders
Were here to stay
Their gods
Always would say
There's always sunshine
There's always pain
Nothing but confusion
And the bitter taste of rain
In the name, in the name of the cross.
And on their temples burned and raised
Came the sound of evil
In the dirt and through the haze
Came the steeple
And in the breeze
throughout the land
Is the spirit of people
And the anger of their hand
There's always sunshine
There's always pain
Nothing but confusion
And the bitter taste of rain
In the name, in the name of the cross.
There's always sunshine
There's always pain
Nothing but confusion
And the bitter taste of rain
In the name, in the name of the cross