| Song | Boiling Blood |
| Artist | Hocico |
| Album | Sangre Hirviente |
| "Que tienes tú, eh?" | |
| Gods were watching in the distance | |
| The killing of their sons | |
| They heard their desperate screams | |
| Crying, they knew the time had come | |
| Hundreds of years ago | |
| False men came in their boats | |
| They tried to kill our knowledge and creed | |
| They won, but they spread our seed | |
| Blood still courses through our hearts | |
| Blood still courses through our minds | |
| Our memories were written in blood | |
| We still believe our glory will return | |
| Boiling blood in our veins | |
| Burn our painful past | |
| Boiling blood | |
| We should turn them to dust | |
| We are the boling blood coursing though our race | |
| There's nothing to regret we feel the ancient grace | |
| They killed our world, but they couldn't kill our force | |
| Gods protect us this time, come save us, we are your sons |
| " Que tienes tú, eh?" | |
| Gods were watching in the distance | |
| The killing of their sons | |
| They heard their desperate screams | |
| Crying, they knew the time had come | |
| Hundreds of years ago | |
| False men came in their boats | |
| They tried to kill our knowledge and creed | |
| They won, but they spread our seed | |
| Blood still courses through our hearts | |
| Blood still courses through our minds | |
| Our memories were written in blood | |
| We still believe our glory will return | |
| Boiling blood in our veins | |
| Burn our painful past | |
| Boiling blood | |
| We should turn them to dust | |
| We are the boling blood coursing though our race | |
| There' s nothing to regret we feel the ancient grace | |
| They killed our world, but they couldn' t kill our force | |
| Gods protect us this time, come save us, we are your sons |