Come Camazotz
Make us fly
High in the
Greyish sky
No more war
No more sacrifice

Brainwashed bairn
With blood-soaked hands dried
Listen to the mother's cry
When her innocent child dies
In the riots
Of superiority;
Of authority
Between the majority
And minorities

Failing humanity  
Falling down in moral qualities
High in the
Greyish sky
Come Camazotz
Make us fly...