Apocolypto

A winged serpent God called me to this cactus
To erect temples to the glory of life fueled by death
Soil most fertile when soaked in blood
Sustenance reaped from the holy mud
Rituals of violence bring biding peace
Till our Gods return and grant us sweet release

Conquer the land
Lord guides my hand
King wants their gold
Lord wants their soul
Land we were granted
Hands built these altars
Golden sun, golden maize
Souls of our elders returned

Guided by the will of the divine

Finally, Prophecy
Our true Gods have arrived, save our lives, set us forever free
Heathens thee, disbelief
My mission is written, my vision, my wrath is unleashed
I'm your God I'm your reckoning
The Holy Spirit has cum inside me
Taste the fallacy of the Lord with the longest sword

I'll rip out your beating heart
Serrated Obsidian shard
Taste the sin in the blood of those who were wrong all along
About the image of God