You march towards death in a war, for those divine.
The ancient field fills a hundred brave like gods men.
They're here not for earthly ambitions or a loud iron fist's voice.
Death is all, the prize, and the paradise earned.
Obsidian knife
piercing his way to get the most precious gift
Obsidian knife
ready to harvest the noble human heart
we offer you this flower,
So you can fight the night
Send your 400 arrows to the night
Mighty colibri sate your divine thirst.
Day against night
Night against day
Death against life
we offer you this flower
So you can fight the night
Send your 400 arrows to the night
Mighty colibri sate your divine thirst
roarghh
I'm kneeling defeated
Close to becoming a God
Father I'm your son
Son, your soul is mine
Attached mi foot to the
Circle of gods
Last confrontation
Eternity drains my soul
Flowery wars
Divine
Flowery

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