1. THE DEATH OF TEYOLIA

My love was torn from the grasp of my hands by treacherous beings,
The tribes of the madmen.
We've never seen usefulness in fighting with the sword,
It's an openness of mind that has kept us enlightened.

So to the fall of our lives,
The El Dorado have slaughtered my tribe.
I shall return to you,
The shaman will heed my howl in the night sky.
I was warned by the witch I may never return,
This lesson of death cannot be unlearned.

Blood drains from my eyes,
Solitude, as I slowly fade from this life.
Send my soul to Skyland.

Heaven is not the end for me.
You made us so unholy,
You made us, you fucking owe me.
I come to you, the spirits of the Skylands,
To ask that you show me to the beating heart of my own.

You have come here seeking simply what we cannot give you,
Your lover's soul resides below.
The god of El Dorado has possession of his soul,
You must go back and kill them all.
You must reave all that you see,
For it is owed to us.

Tribes of El Dorado,
Your avarice will send you all to the depths.

Oh, yes, it will,
Oh, yes, it will!

Contrary to the pain I'm in,
I'm quite alive, it seems,
I am simply enjoying their faces melt from bone.

I can't believe I'm doing this,
I really should be helping this,
I can't believe I'm doing this,
There's something not quite right,
I can't believe I'm doing this,
I'm really quite enjoying this,
It's so good I am doing this,
I'm really quite alive!

Here we are again.
This time, I will arise
This time, I will arise victorious
I bring absolution,
The insanity eloping me.

You are now lost.

Born from the past and sold into the gloom,
Your gods have betrayed you
So begins the trials of your kind
Another burden of lust,
A slow climb to the divine.
Make peace with your tomb,
Loveless and cold and alone.