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Carriage Of Makers
by Omicron
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The world is swallowed in a sickening bright shade
Vivid Flames we are beholding in mortal awe
Heavens bring forth the carriage of makers
And from it's foreign skeleton descend upon us
Bow down, cry out
Erect the monuments towards their skies
Bow down, cry out
Let us gaze upon the heavens with yearning eyes
A horn is sounding as if a thousand voices aim to dominate. Crescendo to the human fate
Where steel vectors descend, the vicinity shatters. A might that makes our most fearsome warriors stagger
From the belly emerges , our creators. Behold. Before you stand the gods of old.
The sight of countless kneeled upon the sacred ground, a vow is made to which we now are bound
'In servitude we'll prove our worth, and give your vision its bloodbound birth.'
CHAC K'AN
Screeching noise from inside, pleading
People taken ,now are Squealing
Chosen brethren's innards speaking
Filled with tubes, their lifeforce leaking
Human trades for absolution
Blood and souls, no more delusion
In the guts , foregone conclusion
Thus bring forth our corpse oblation
Temples rise , as if the stones will touch what they cannot. There is still much left to be taught
Go my children, spread our sacred science and do not be tempted by rot and defiance.
Culture grows with worship and death, where reality exists behind this spoken myth.
CHAC K'AN
The world is left in a cloud of dust and fear
Anxious eyes are searching the darkest of skies
We await your call and plead our mortal cause while
longing for the inevitable: they will return
The world is swallowed in a sickening bright shade
Vivid Flames we are beholding in mortal awe
Heavens bring forth the carriage of makers
And from it's foreign skeleton descend upon us
Bow down, cry out
Erect the monuments towards their skies
Bow down, cry out
Let us gaze upon the heavens with yearning eyes
A horn is sounding as if a thousand voices aim to dominate. Crescendo to the human fate
Where steel vectors descend, the vicinity shatters. A might that makes our most fearsome warriors stagger
From the belly emerges , our creators. Behold. Before you stand the gods of old.
The sight of countless kneeled upon the sacred ground, a vow is made to which we now are bound
'In servitude we'll prove our worth, and give your vision its bloodbound birth.'
CHAC K'AN
Screeching noise from inside, pleading
People taken ,now are Squealing
Chosen brethren's innards speaking
Filled with tubes, their lifeforce leaking
Human trades for absolution
Blood and souls, no more delusion
In the guts , foregone conclusion
Thus bring forth our corpse oblation
Temples rise , as if the stones will touch what they cannot. There is still much left to be taught
Go my children, spread our sacred science and do not be tempted by rot and defiance.
Culture grows with worship and death, where reality exists behind this spoken myth.
CHAC K'AN
The world is left in a cloud of dust and fear
Anxious eyes are searching the darkest of skies
We await your call and plead our mortal cause while
longing for the inevitable: they will return
