The Lords of Xibalbá (II)

A place of fear ruled by the Dead Gods
Follow the dark rift to enter the underworld
A court below the surface of the earth
Ruled by twelve powerful Gods, the lords of Xibalbá

A passage surrounded by obstacles
Rivers filled by scorpions, blood and puss
A city full of trails and traps
Either to kill or humiliate visitors
A court below the surface of the earth
To give domain over human sufferings
To cause them sickness
And ultimately death

Enjoy the worship of the people
On the surface of the earth
Blood will be shed, sacrifice is imminent
To satisfy the Gods of the dead

The pitch black Kingdom
Bats thirsty for blood
Moving razor-sharp blades
Which blaze with dazzling fire
A court below the surface of the earth
To give domain over human sufferings
Ruled by the twelve immortal Gods
Fallen under the dominion of the lords of Xibalbá

Inhale their fate damped by the cluster of limbs
Grabbing their decadent remains
Bystanders burying themselves alive impassioned
Six feet down in the ground they remain
Night is finally calm, drop this child and let the pain in
Sepulchral sound, in void they’ll be caskets
Obstinate is grip holding this misery in arms
As those mutilated children were still their own

Blasted wounds lie exhausted there
Giving birth to these draughting entrails
Fetus vision reveals its pride
Darkness fulfilled with demise

Hearts are mortified by the gloom
Cold that burns the lives
Hatred torment mind in darkness
Be lost in the stream of shadows