The Arrival Of The False Gods by Noctem
"There would never be found enough words to alleviate the misery that Cortes took to Mesoamerican lands. We'll never perform enough acts to redeem Spanish barbarism at the gates of the kingdom of Yucatan. Not even each and every drop of blood from Fray Diego de Landa will return the descendants of Yucatan the codices and memories he ordered to burn..."
Axe, can you feel the flavour of glory?
The impious constellations rise up with me.
I'm on the real way to destroy the life.
I'm the sovereign of all things.
Decrepit vision of a dirty god,
Slave, the whip will never leave your back.
A million souls in sorrow, your suffering are deserved.
Angel without wings, show me the face of your god.
Storm in my head, nature burns.
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