Xipe Totec 歌词

Cloaked in a veneer of death The defeated's putrescence Drawn in every breath The third month approaches The red smoking mirror encroaches Twenty dawns arise! By bone wand baptize Through a decaying face Gaze into a living God’s eyes Twenty suns set! Shed the mantle with no lament Your flesh gives us power Our enemies failure, (their) final regret Godly existence behind decay The night drinker