Temazcal

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 flamеs

Masks of bronze radiate covering thеir 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

[Solo Sean]
[Solo Daniel]
[Solo Thomas]
[Solo Daniel]

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

[Solo Sean]
[Solo Ray]
[Solo Sean]
[Solo Ray]
[Solo Sean]
[Solo Ray]