Cursed City (Scimitar)

In the amazon far away, tales of crimson woe
Pleasing the sun god everyday, the dead begin to grow

Sacrifice in the air, The rituals on its way
Gather round mortal scum, With your life, you’ll pay

As the sun sets, spill the blood, upon the altar of god
Mictian awaits, your eternal debt
Their soul escapes with last breath
Burial site lies in ruins, tribal fights to death
Where the dead, eat the living
And the living, eat the dead

Scan the horizon, far away
Vanished light, becomes night
Enslave the weak to appease
Sustain your mortal life

Witness, Mictians beckoning
Towers of death, death and slavery
Empowered by, by your misery
This is the Cursed city

Bodies pile into masses, Hanging skinless and dry
Dragged to the depths, Beneath black fire
Where you await to die

Feel the blade cut the flesh
Butchered like rabid dogs
In the end all they care for
Is to please their fucking gods

As the sun sets, spill the blood
Upon the alter of god.
Mictian awaits, your eternal debt
Their soul escapes it's last breath
Burial site lies in ruins,
Tribal fights to death
Where the dead, eat the living
And the living, eat the dead
You're flesh, tonight