| In a world where all are trembling
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| And a clan slowly descending…
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| Wandering through branches and grove
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| Unbearable heat we feel
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| For their sake we are now the trove
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| Never count how much they kill
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| It’s an honour to die this way
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| For Tlaloc’s mercy you will pay
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| Brittle branches promise hunger and pain
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| More immolation promises rain
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| If there are gods and we’re their progenies
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| There must be memories, memories
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| Tragic end of misery…
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| If there was rain without the tears they need
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| To end this slavery, slavery our fate is sealed
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| For the words of the oracle we’re waiting
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| The death of the sun we’re anticipating
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| For rain and crop we’re supplicating
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| It’s worth the children’s pain so aching
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| Like black birds they’re locked up in cages
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| Still no rain, no grace, no wages
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| Gods not answering any prayers
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| For nothing killing, so futureless
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| If there are gods and we’re their progenies
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| There must be memories, memories
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| Tragic end of misery…
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| If there was rain without the tears they need
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| To end this slavery, slavery…
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| Our fate is sealed!
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| More and more, tasting fear and gore
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| Like opened wounds so sore cutting the final core…
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| If gods are tenting this sanctuary
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| Why is there slavery, slavery a tragic end of misery
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| If there was rain without the blood they need
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| Where is this memory, memory our fate is sealed! |