Temazcal (feat. Daniel Mongrain)
With leather straps and vines constricting his limbs
An ominous glow spitting shadows at his back
The night bombinates a processional dirge
As he's dragged into the
Dark ritual stone house of fire
Struggling to escape scraping at the walls
Seeing something there
Looking up at the night sky to an infinite darkness
The tenebrous atmosphere
Breaking hope bending will blocking out the sun
Slithering shadows
Mark the day of the serpent god's descent
Paralyzed at the edge of flames
Masks of bronze radiate covering their painted faces
Talismans and burnt incense
Unfurled at their knees before him
Baring forth obsidian blades
Eyes in their reflections
Hypnotic frequencies resonating
Tearing through his hollow spine
Spiraling patterns form behind his eyes
Chants becoming rabid and harrowing
Shapes in the umbra twisted into form
Weaving through the walls of the structure
A cascading vacuum of light at the crux
Tearing through the pitch black
Slicing their forearms open
Filling the chalice with their blood
A violent hiss breathes out
As it's poured in the pit
Cavernous wretches rising
Proliferating vociferance
Masturbating the lords
while the earth moans beneath.
Northern lights piercing through the veil
As time distorts
Entities swarm the earthen gates
Ripping the cryptic webs
Subterranean flooded caves
Begin to boil
From the merging and the aftermath
Of symbiotic realms
Xic and Patan congregating in their thirst
Traversing upward through the layers of torture
The outer world beckoning their lust for blood
Leaving the razor house
On rivers of black scorpions
Blood Maiden harking back
To the birth of twins
Lasciviously intrigued
Sets her eyes to the sacrifice of men
Her libidinous incursion
Soils of fell trenches squelching in rejoice
A feast for the worms
Decaying sinew and entrails imminent
Silence surrounds the vacant thrones
Bound hands flail ripping dirt
Eyes widen as he feels a weight
Tucked away a half-eaten fruit
Seeping with a poisonous nectar
In a final strife to survive calabash feeds the flame
The sickle now clutched in the hand of the shaman
The sound of the violent fire permeates
Rapidly filling the dome with toxicity
The exits are sealed with piles of burnt debris
With a swift claw
Xic plagues the room
Blood foams in their throats
Gasping for air
Drowning in clouds of blood
The shaman's grip falls from the blade
The sacred space dissipates and the spirits retreat
The man takes a final breath
The shape of his son's face in the embers
As the sun's breaking dawn father and son embrace
The gates of Xibalba sealed shut