Guahaihoque

He is the horned moon, the Serpent's morning star
 Flawless destruction, with cold obsidian eyes
 Carrying secrets from times beyond so far
 His brutal hands the instruments of vice
 In his gaze lies the abyss that calls
 A void of screams and pain, of death and glory
 And I see that soon he will reclaim
 The cult of the black shamans, now God's era falls
 In the ancient ruins, the shadows coil and whisper
 Watching and waiting for their king to come
 The sacrificial fire burning in the stones
 To turn Jehovah's children into ash and bones
 And I see the southern legions awaiting
 The revival of the cult of Guahaihoque
 The lamb of Christ will bleed on his altar
 While the ancient tribe lights the fire