Down in the valley of Mexico Lay a city on a lake A Kingdom, a stronghold made of gold An impregnable fortress Whose reign was endless Who would enter that burning cauldron? Who could shake the foundation of heaven?
But in order to maintain Harmony and order They must nourish their gods with The most precious of water
An act of payment made by slaves Slaves of War One could only be so fortunate as to endure The sweetness of death... By the Obsidian knife
If the bloodshed were to cease, It would bring famine war and disease Cataclysmic chaos
No one is exempt from the cost So in order to stave on that bleak day They gave their children away And then they would pray for
The sweetness of death... By the Obsidian knife
Your still beating heart is Ripped from your chest And held to the sky Your fleeting depart A skip in your breath Watch your heart melt as you die!
A Kingdom built on tributary pay Now the vassals wish to rebuke For the pain!
If the bloodshed were to cease It would bring famine war and disease Cataclysmic war and chaos
In order to stave on that bleak day They gave their children away And this they would pray
May his heart not falter in fear May he not shed a tear May he long for a flowery death And the sweetness of darkness Taste the din of battle The roar of the crowd The Obsidian Knife!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.