A top the summit, my eyes trace the mountainside Gusts of rain and wind on torches, illuminating the night A starless and blackened endeavor is my descent along the mountain Taking heed to falling rain, knowing it well to be my last
Rope saturated with rain and sweat, abrading my wrists With limbs dragged through entrails and bone
The people await me at the foot of the temple, each calling Calling for my blood, to feed the earth Mirrored statues preside over the foot of the temple, Each bearing torch in hand
The flames engulfing my vision Mictlan, Mictlan, My fate you have foreseen
Closer, Brighter, The mantra swells in fury Obsidian grasped by darkness masked, the altar stands abhorring Bound by rope, deafened by fear The frigid stone greets my torso, as raw and biting as the wind
Alas, the eyes of the masses are upon me To bestow the wrath of their bludgeoning sacrament
This vessel to feed the earth, plasma flowing through every channel Trickling through the temple, to saturate the soil for eternity
Closer, Brighter, The mantra swells in fury Obsidian grasped by darkness masked, the altar stands abhorring Bound by rope, deafened by fear The frigid stone greets my torso, as raw and biting as the wind
A great energy surrounds the temple, imbuing its essence within the stone Aura growing, rainfall deafening, the equilibrium shifts Accept this sacrifice upon our people, atop our highest peakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
