Atop the summit, my eyes trace the mountainside
Gusts of rain and wind on torches
Illuminating the night
A starless and blackened endeavor is my descent along the mountain
Taking heed to falling rain
Knowing it well to be my last
Rope saturated with rain and sweat
Abrading my wrists
With limbs dragged through entrails and bone
The people await me at the foot of the temple
Each calling, calling for my blood
To feed the earth
Mirrored statues preside over the foot of the temple
Each bearing torch in hand
The flames engulfing my vision
Mictlan, Mictlan, my fate you have foreseen
Closer, Brighter
The mantra swells in fury
Obsidian grasped by darkness masked
The altar stands abhorring
Bound by rope, deafened by fear
The frigid stone greets my torso
As raw and biting as the wind
Alas, the eyes of the masses are upon me
To bestow the wrath of their bludgeoning sacrament
This vessel to feed the earth
Plasma flowing through every channel
Trickling through the temple
To saturate the soil for eternity
Closer, Brighter
The mantra swells in fury
Obsidian grasped by darkness masked
The altar stands abhorring
Bound by rope, deafened by fear
The frigid stone greets my torso
As raw and biting as the wind
A great energy surrounds the temple
Imbuing its essence within the stone
Aura growing, rainfall deafening
The equilibrium shifts
Accept this sacrifice upon our people
Atop our highest peak