Tlaloc’s Grace Visions of Atlantis

In a world where all are trembling
And a clan slowly descending

Wandering through branches and grove
Unbearable heat we feel
For their sake we are now the trove
Never count how much they kill

It's an honor to die this way
For Tlaloc's mercy you will pay
Brittle branches promise hunger and pain
More immolation promises rain

If there are gods and we're their progenies
There must be memories, memories
Tragic end of misery
If there was rain without the tears they need
To end this slavery, slavery
Our fate is sealed

For the words of the oracle we're waiting
The death of the sun we're anticipating
For rain and crop we're supplicating
It's worth the children's pain so aching

Like black birds they're locked up in cages
Still no rain, no grace, no wages
Gods not answering any prayers
For nothing killing, so futureless