God of death feeds from the swamp
God of death drinks the blood
Absorbs the flesh and binds to the bone
Melts the metal forms armor forlorn
He eats the glass and steel in air
He raises the fallen, hells despair
The Bolontik emerge out of the swamp
And stare down the faces they'll haunt
Mourn the loss of life they don't
Scour the land for feeding on souls
Mortal fear they know of none
Swamp of blood births the army undone
Down fall the Maya, crashing and burning to the bone
Not a shot, cry or thought echoes unheard to deaths throne
In the swamp of blood
Broken salvage, half bodies, the wrought flesh mud
Stands Ah Puch, knee deep, in the swamp of blood
In the swamp of blood
They stand beside the god of death
Worshiping his every last breath
Quench the life they will on command
Feeding on souls from all the land
Down fall the Maya, crashing and burning to the bone
Not a shot, cry or thought echoes unheard to deaths throne
In the swamp of blood
Broken salvage, half bodies, the wrought flesh mud
Stands Ah Puch, knee deep, in the swamp of blood
In the swamp of blood
Drop of crimson rolls down his sword
Drop of crimson joins the flow
The river of blood engulfs the Aztec
The river of blood swallows them whole
Swift comes the renegade, charging downhill
Smash them all with noble glass and steel
Gut, bone, flesh, blood, burst into pieces
Unearthly magic or almighty smite
Pulls out a pouch of blackened darkness
Charges his scepter with annihilating ashes
Renegade stares down the barrel of the scepter
Penetrate, desecrate, their armor on fire