On the peak of the sacred mount
Where the wind howls laments
Stands an altar of black stone
Stained with blood and pride

The priest, with obsidian eyes
Raises a knife towards the sky
While the drums resound
Announcing the hour to kill

The blood falls down the steps
Staining the earth red crimson
A feast for the deities
Who watch from the darkness here

The screams are heard in this darkness
Ancestral laments, infernal offerings
The black stone feeds on pain
In a pagan ritual of cruel fervor

The earth opens, thirsty and voracious, receiving the sacrifice with brutal hate
The bodies fall, to the mouth of the lords of death

The God ascends, with his great fury
The scythe dances, the blood will never cease
Shattered skulls, souls in pain

The God rises, with insatiable thirst
The bodies pile up, in a detestable feast
The earth is stained, with blood and pain

The bodies pile up, like a dark pyramid
A monument to cruelty
While the Sun hides
In an eclipse of eternity

The sated gods, smile from above
With sharp teeth and eyes of evil

Shadows dance on the cold stone
Echoes of weeping and prayers
The thirsty earth is satiated
With the essence of lost souls

The echo of the drums fades away
In the eternal and endless night
Only the obsidian altar remains
Silent witness to the feast