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