From the halls of D.C., to the jungles of Central America, Empire marched on.

And on that fateful night, eight new stars appeared in the heavens — tears from the eyes of God....

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Lágrimas brotan de los ojos de Dios
Al suelo del jardín del cielo;
Ya crecen las flores de luz
En el nombre de nuestro Señor Jesús.

[Tears fall from the eyes of God, onto the soil of the garden of the heavens.
Now the flowers of light grow in the name of our Lord, Jesus.]

November sixteen, nineteen eighty-nine,
Eight precious children of God
Were visited by death at their government’s hand
Spilling blood where their humble feet had trod.

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Blood flowed like fire into the rivers of the night,
Coursing through lands near and far,
Warming the passions of those who seek justice,
Shining with the radiance of a star!

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In the heavens of our dreams God shed a tear
 Which blossomed like a flower in the sky;
Seven teardrops more lit the velvet of the night,
Flowers in the fields where they lie.

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Now let us call, “¡Presente!”
After each precious name, “¡Presente!”

Celina, (“¡Presente!”)
Elba Julia, (“¡Presente!”)



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Ignacio, (“¡Presente!”)



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Amando, (“¡Presente!”)



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Joaquín, (“¡Presente!”)



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Martín, (“¡Presente!”)



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Segundo, (“¡Presente!”)



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Juan Ramón, (“¡Presente!”)



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Photos of the martyrs

Version of this page with the song,“Candle” as well