Sunrise, gather, offer bloodshed Creation, destruction Cycles of the Mayan Eras of five thousand years Held in equilibrium Sunrise, gather, offer bloodshed Nine lords of the underworld Nine lords of the night Deformed child an outcast Goddess of the moon Power divine Cut him deep, fill the bowl Stingray spine, rope of thorn Evil winds will cause a sickness Jaguar spirit saves their fate Sunstone claims our days are numbered Of this there is no mistake Cut him deep, fill the bowl Stingray spine, rope of thorn Carvings of the visitors To a colony of seclusion Invisible disguise Or so once thought to be A higher force The desolate earth A canopy for survival The grand demise Yet another doomed civilization Shown to us all as a warning Humanity has no place in this world We travel on borrowed time Evil winds will cause a sickness Jaguar spirit saves their fate Sunstone claims our days are numbered Of this there is no mistake Portal opened, vision complete Nine lords of the underworld Nine lords of the night Deformed child an outcast Goddess of the moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
