The howling flute dwindles
The blood runs along the stone
With thanks and adoration
We feast on the one who came before

Brave god-victims sacred flesh
Brutal rite of transference
Obsidian dagger glints amidst the smoke
Foreshadowing of my fate to come

A life of devotion
Adherence to ritual
The flute's howling is now mine
Learning the steps to the dance of death

Four holy consorts granted
A year of sewing seed
Bestowing honor and blessings
Before my godflesh is to be reaped

Bathed in oil and blossoms
Wanting for nothing
A temporary God
Before the obsidian blades sting

A god of shadow and light
Balance in all things
Without this sacrifice
There can be no blessings

Mothers bring sick children
Farmers bring your soil
Receive my sacred blessing
Before I shed this mortal coil

I dance my final steps
I draw my final breaths
There is no sorrow within me
I give myself willingly 


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