Title Obsidian Sun

From the lake rose a city of stone,
Tenochtitlan on a golden throne.
Serpents carved in the temple wall,
Hear the war drums call us all.

Feathers burn in the morning light,
Eagle hearts taking flight.
Obsidian edge in a warrior’s hand,
Blood and thunder across the land.

Under the sun, under the blade,
Empires rise where gods are made.
Smoke in the sky, fire in the vein,
Dancing with death in sacred rain.

Obsidian sun, blazing high,
Aztec thunder splits the sky.
Pyramids scream, drums collide,
Ancient gods will not subside.

Obsidian sun, burning red,
Voices of the honored dead.
Through the storm, through sacrifice,
An empire stares with jaguar eyes.

Codex pages, painted fate,
Calendars counting the final date.
Quetzal wings in a violent dream,
Moonlit canals and a crimson stream.

Jaguar shadows, silent and fast,
Guardians of a sacred past.
Steel from the sea, strangers arrive,
The old world fights to stay alive.

Under the sun, under the blade,
Empires fall where gods once stayed.
Ash in the wind, flames in the rain,
History forged in endless pain.

Obsidian sun, blazing high,
Aztec thunder splits the sky.
Pyramids scream, drums collide,
Ancient gods will not subside.

Obsidian sun, burning red,
Voices of the honored dead.
Through the storm, through sacrifice,
An empire stares with jaguar eyes.

Syncopated drums like a heart attack,
Tritone riffs strike, no turning back.
Polyphonic screams in the temple air,
Speed metal prayers in a godless stare.

Eagle! Jaguar! Serpent! Flame!
Stone remembers every name.
Eagle! Jaguar! Serpent! Sun!
The age of blood is never done.

Obsidian sun, blazing high,
Aztec thunder splits the sky.
Pyramids scream, drums collide,
Ancient gods will not subside.

Obsidian sun, burning red,
Voices of the honored dead.
From the ruins, hear the cries,
An empire never truly dies.

Stone and fire, blood and bone,
Tenochtitlan stands alone.
In the dust, the drums still run,
Beneath the black obsidian sun.