1. TWO HORNS AS CROWN

Risen sons on the horizon
Brings the condor on its wings
Born of hellas, born on thunder
Eat the majesty they bring

In the sky smoke is rising
In the sky, hear me sing
Bring the lords to the people
Bring the brothers to be kings

Let them walk on the water
Let them bathe in our blood
Let them know of our allegiance
Let them feed on our hearts

Sons of inti, sons of sun
Clarions of chaos, call the condor forth
Ride the wings of destiny
The bane of eris, from the south to north
Sons of inti, sons of sun
Two horns as crown, two horns as crown

Take the throne of great supay
Two sons of darkness and quakes
Give them gold for their huacas
At their feet they trample snakes

Sons of inti, sons of sun
Clarions of chaos, call the condor forth
Ride the wings of destiny
The bane of eris, from the south to north
Sons of inti, sons of sun
Two horns as crown, two horns as crown


2. EATER OF DIRTY THINGS

Eater of dirty things, comely as a whore
Goddess of filth to settle score
Pick up your spear to her blackened grin
She’ll eat your garbage. she’ll eat your sin

Her mouth is open wide
The jungle bleeds
The full moon brings the blood
Of carnal needs

Eater of dirty things, got you on your knees
Eye of the jaguar to judge your needs
Wearer of the flayed skin, her legs are spread
Rider of the snake, of the black and red

Her mouth is open wide
The jungle bleeds
The full moon brings the blood
Of carnal needs


3. CEREMONY FOR SMOKING MIRROR IN 7 MOVEMENTS

Run for your fate
Run for the fight
His will to sate
God of the night

Run for your fate
Run for the fight
His will to sate
God of the night
Under the temple
Under the moon
Over the mirror
In the lagoon

The bear in constellation
The night is come
I wait for revelation
The conjure’s done

The smoking mirror, the god of dark
Come in the mighty temple, the aztec spark

Black god of smoke, my breath to take
You wield your blackest magic
The mirror snake
I bring the wind to carry tune
I send my heart and voice
And bring their ruin


4. AMARU

At the bottom of the lake
In the deepest chasm, in the breast of earth
Lies the amaru in wait
Double-headed serpent, chaos is his mirth

When the temple of your gods collapse
Do you cower or do you fight?
Cut the head off of the snake
Or you’ll find yourself kneeling to its might

Do you feel the stir of hell where your doubts and weakness dwell?
Is the amaru awake?
Do you feel the waking of the snake?