Xibalba

As lightning I am pulled from A numbness from calmed sleep Awoken to my throat Binded by old vine The sky is in rising To shine over my last night I follow these weary Nine shadows of cold life They pull our backs out They pull out my eyes They pull open my jaw They cut out my tongue Death must be upon us Like thick coats of turqoise Running down our flesh Upon great heights of stone Trials must rise up Fought deep and within us All men fall to mortal In the games of the Gods Open up thine hands Pull out my heart Reach in thine hands Pull out my heart The eye of Kinich Ahua hides beneath the moon Come, enter through the stars Witness secrets hidden behind Fall unto the sun