TEZCATLIPOCA
To quench the sacrificial knives,
To cool the black stone sword,
Go countless thousands of our lives.
We feed the North's
Dark Lord.
The
Smoking Mirror's worship thrivesUpon the pure, the younger.
Unblemished virgins were the wives
Who slaked the God's dark hunger.
Peyotl was the blinding light
That drew us to the priest.
The Jaguar Cult's Unholy Rite
Now holds its
Nameless Feast.