World torn by famine Hunger rips deep through our souls Demise of the Aztecs unfolds Dark desolation Shriveling bodies to bones Driving the desperate need for resolution Selling our children for food Circling vultures patrol Into starvation, into the darkness we go With no light to lead us Into abyss of the dead Burning skies The land rips open As earthquakes attack from below The fall of the Aztecs foretold The land in darkness The gods now have covered the sun Warning us of what’s to Come forth and conquer The feathered king waits alone Suffering visions of blood He sees the horrors Dismembered bodies afloat Prophecies warn us the empire will soon be dead Burning skies Look to the sky and see the gods on fire Reach out, take heed and hear their call Empire will fall, we see it in the burning skies The beacon shines strong, a sign to warn us all They conquer, we die, and breathe our final breath Empire will fall, we see it in the burning skies Burning skiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
