Burning candles at the alter. Never falter when saying their names.
Daylight ends, copal burns. It's my turn to feel the pain.
They stand beside you, if only to guide you even so it ain't what it seems.
A soul has been taken. Before dawn is breaking,
I must find it within my dreams.
Tearing the veil between Heaven and Hell can devour the wicked and righteous alike.
Searching Tlalocan. Savior of the Damned.
The Underworld awaits me down below.
Searching Tlalocan for your soul.
I was never fond of demons and shades, but it seems down here, Got ‘em in spades.
Spectral minions without opinions on what should happen if I disobeyed.
The Halls of the Dead hold the secret, they said! I gotta say I have my doubts.
“Blood to the Mother, the Goddess/Creator to carry me down, And guide me back out.
Tearing the veil between Heaven and Hell can devour the wicked and righteous alike.
Searching Tlalocan. Savior of the Damned.
The Underworld awaits me down below.
Searching Tlalocan for your soul.
And now that the blood has been spilled. Releasing the anguish and torment below. I light the candles, then begin to discover that the
(Chant) Dead are calling (4x)
(during chant) Be healed, may your curse be gone.
Tearing the veil between Heaven and Hell can devour the wicked and righteous alike.
Searching Tlalocan. Savior of the Damned.
The Underworld awaits me down below.
Searching Tlalocan for your soul.