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SATAVA May 3/82 Karl Rigelhof In days of old When the sun rained gold Upon the gentle waters The wind blew true To fill the sails Of a proud Spanish Armada A lust it filled The hearts of men In their eyes a gleam of wonder They've heard the tales They could not fail With a New World ripe for plunder CHORUS: SATAVA What is this curse That possesses a man's very soul Is there a demon Shining in his eyes When he looks into a piece of gold In days of old When the sun rained gold Upon the sacred altar The wind blew dank As the bodies stank With the incense of sacrificial slaughter Priests forged their praise For the light of day From glowing food to feed their gods Aztec gold Let the gods behold For their thirst a wine of blood CHORUS In days of old When the sun rained gold Upon the spears of the conquistadors The wind blew cold With the smell of gold And the burning smoke of war The Spanish killed The savages Until all their gold was won A small price to pay For their treasured gold Why not try to steal the sun CHORUS