Long ago on Aztec earth.
Arrayed in vigorous trifle mirth.
They raised a temple to the sun.
Where upon ****** hearts came undone.
From feather to feather they gallantly strolled.
Danced and prayed to gods of gold.
Mystical numbers carved in stone.
Tells their lives from flesh to bone.
Aztec souls in spirit land.
Temples from stone, gold from sand.
Missing hearts, ****** wails.
A prayer to the gods when all else fails.
Idols be still their silent breath.
The face of a king, his mask of death.
Blood on hands, crimson glow.
Fires rage as feathers flow.
Leopard skinned, a shamans dance.
Ask protection from the Spaniards lance.
Vanished tribe, a prophecy.
Ghosts in the ruins, none shall flee.