Pururauca

Pleasure for flesh Soul, heart and life Pumas devouring pumas On coasts, ridges and jungles Multicolour blood beasts In the land of the Sun Hypocrisy runs deep In the rituals of the crimson god Creole feast Of false identity Nothing is what it seems Bicolour Cannibalism Mud over a two colours flag Blood after mud The world's Navel cries While demons are dancing The procession of lies goes on From the bridge to the avenue Infected by rotten minds The beloved crystalline liquor ---Riff--- Creole feast Of false identity Nothing is what it seems Bicolour Cannibalism

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 11, 2026

Looking for a place where nothing rules I found a box where all my memories were locked I saw... creeping creatures with a thousand spears I felt... they were just earth creations A part of the universe of life Twisted hands trying to touch me Trying to take me down Help me! It's no longer the magic The spell of mourning God if I have to live this life alone Tell me why are you there Why don't you leave me alone? Why are you in my dreams? Why are you in my thoughts? Tell me why are you there? Tell me god your majesty! A flower brought me down ...And I saw what my ancestors did The ruins of life The remains of what once was great And now is just pure stones Fragments of lost cultures From ancient civilizations Mutilated souls which I will take to keep myself alive! God, take a look at your dying souls Souls that have nowhere to go There is only silence, everywhere! God, were you there? Silence, black silence There are no more souls, no more light The end has come, the universe of death I have nothing more to feel Into this endless desert It's my hell Your hell Hell

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 11, 2026

The moon is awake The sorrow begins My shadow is gone And my spirit is lost Alone in the dark With voices surround me Keep calling my name Keep drifting me away They are always there, watching They are always there, disturbing nightmares Laughters beyond the glass Laughing into my head Cryings deep within my soul Screaming out inside It's just night The shadows coming A star is burning down Spell of mourning It's hard to fight Against those visions Against these noises It's hard to fight Where is it? Maybe there Where someone feels Mystic nightcalls Where am I? Nowhere Where no one sees Mystic nigthcalls

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 11, 2026

Near to the clouds A lake keeps a spirit that nobody feels Lake from the high plains, fallen tears There's a nymph that anybody feels An old man. He lives alone. A rural life Mortal man who walks lonely through the fields Under the sun and the shining moon He's waiting for someone who'll never come But the dark storm breaks the night The lake awakes and its water shakes The lady dances and spins in the eye of the storm, calling for him She sneakes into his dreams Late into the night, he heard her calling His soul flew and he went for her ...And the dark storm broke the night The lake awoke and its water shook The lady danced and played in the eye of the storm He'll never return. They went far away

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 11, 2026

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Seven rivers of red wine Thirteen clovers on an elf's hand Outstanding volcanos Throwing out death in a dark blue sky Shining eye in a crystal sphere Marble towers turning around A twisted landscape Awful, obscure, obscene Corridors of geometry Apple tree, poisonous Undulate shapes crossing a mirror of liquid mass Oceans of illness kissing the coasts of brutality Monochromatic art showing a diversity of faces Lifeless planet, empty and gray. A gloomy scene On the heavens, a stone citadel Greatness, mystic beauty and perfection Cascades of blood Vulture clouds over fields of starvation Golden mask. Lines on desertic paths Ancient god, thunder and lightning Under filth rain Open wounds in the heart of the earth Labyrinth of ivory Evil beast, dangerous Sunflowers garden in the middle of a tiny swanlake Plague of rats running down the streets. Chaotic streets So delicious, fine still life, displaying in a reddish room Morbid claws above mankind, pulling the strings Corridors of ivory Apple tree, dangerous Plague of rats running down the streets. Chaotic streets Morbid claws above mankind, pulling the strings Oceans of illness kissing the coasts of brutality Lifeless planet, empty and gray. A gloomy scene

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 11, 2026

When the night burns And its heat embraces the Andes (Andes) The real me awakes And puts its sight on that light Glow of an immortal fire Energy of another dimension My soul is under attraction A new trip begins Flying into infinity The cosmos lodges my existence (Infinity) The universe shows its magnificence That mighty call rides so... Quiet My journey turns eternal This stellar path never ends A strange force rules my movements That power is ethereal Why can't I reach it? The same old scene, again and again (again and again) Spell that captures my spirit Charm that exposes my weakness Seducing is that presence Everlasting is the nightmare When the night burns (burns...) And its heat embraces... The Andes

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 11, 2026

Upwards into the dark Expressions of horror Rise from my heart Disturbing my mind A Shape lying lifeless Breaks the shadows It can't be real My goddess falls Night after night Death visions descend Upon the dust Within my head Gray skies embrace my soul A cold wind strokes my face Silent notes of agony Born from my heart Ancient sorrows Images of death Embellish my sight Spread out my paths --Flauta-- Night after night Death visions descend Upon the dust Within my head Gray skies embrace my soul A cold wind strokes my face Silent notes of agony Born from my heart Ancient sorrows Images of death Embellish my sight Spread out my paths

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 11, 2026

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I. LOS CHANCAS: En el tiempo del Aucapacha Choclococha vio nacer Un pueblo guerrero, fiero e indomable Sus cabezas no ven caer Desde Huamanga, ciudad del halcón Usco Vilca y Anco Vilca Inspiran las tropas que parten rabiosas Con sed de expansión. Sangrienta misión Astu Huaraca. Tomay Huaraca Lideran la fuerza siniestra Con rumbo hacia el Cusco Su intención: dominación Tras su paso, de pueblos enteros Sólo cráneos empalados Curacas chancas de vinchas rojas En sus atuendos se logra ver Dioses, jaguares, míticos seres Que amparan celosos su fuerza y poder Furia que tiñe de negro y rojo En la milicia su brava tez Cabellos trenzados Ondeantes al viento de guerra La honda movediza Astu Huaraca es En lo profundo de su mirada Arden las ansias por someter Hordas acechan ya la sagrada ciudad La amenaza que late En las puertas del Cusco A los incas busca aniquilar II. LOS INCAS: Desde cuatro ventanas sagradas Surgen cuatro parejas de hermanos Dando origen a un pueblo ancestral Cuya raza, Inca es Manco Cápac, Apu Inca En el tiempo peregrinó Liderando con su gente La ciudad del Cusco fundó Muchos años han pasado Viracocha, octavo inca, gobierna Ya decrépito y cansado Ve su ciclo terminar Inca Urco le sucede Elegido del anciano es Pusilánime, decadente Placer y vicio enferman su mente Cusi Yupanqui, joven vástago noble Valentía y coraje demuestra Hábil y diestro en el manejo de armas De las justas él nunca huye Pensamientos superiores Siempre ocuparán su intelecto Ya los chancas han ingresado Al corazón de la casta inca Un emisario han enviado Exigiendo rendición total Doblegar, sojuzgar No se ve quien los pueda enfrentar Viracocha ha declinado Su consigna es la huída Inca Urco va tras sus pasos Dejando la ciudad rendida Caos, pánico Ya la venas del Cusco infectan "Yo no he nacido para Padecer sumisión ante nadie" Cusi Yupanqui exclamó con furia Encarando con bravura al destino Pachacútec, se ha mostrado: "El que transforma la tierra" Un gran líder ha nacido Y protegerá a su pueblo III. LA RESISTENCIA: El novel Inca, caudillo y guerrero Organiza la resistencia del pueblo, en apariencia vencido Se ven alinearse hileras de piedras con gran armamento Simulando tropas de guerra en la lejanía Ayunos, plegarias y sacrificios se ofrendan El Sol se manifiesta ofreciendo victoria Cavando hoyos, reclutando fuerza humana Los escuadrones bélicos se conforman IV. EL CONFLICTO: De un cerro llamado Carmenca Usco Vilca infunde fuerza Fuerza chanca a sus guerreros Que por miles y miles se cuentan Nube oscura, lluvia pétrea Las hondas proyectan violencia Los Andes tiemblan La gran batalla comienza Con la piel del puma sagrado Pachacútec cubre su testa Alentando en noble gesta A sus huestes que están sangrando Flechas, lanzas, macanas y hondas Fundidas en cruel tempestad Defienden, los incas Su tierra y su libertad V. LA INVOCACIÓN: Pachacútec: "Hermanos despierten Ahora es la batalla Su enigma demuestren En esta hora aciaga" VI. LA TRANSFORMACIÓN: Las inertes rocas grises Atendiendo al firme llamado Del soberano hijo del Sol En mágicos soldados incas Se han transformado Pururauca llevan por nombre Acudiendo a la refriega con gran vigor VII. LA BATALLA FINAL: El combate ya muestra su ardor Tiñendo con sangre el campo El espíritu inca se anima Y va su moral elevando Escuadrones enteros de chancas Ven su gran poderío caer Es el frenesí Pururauca Que busca deseoso vencer En el éxtasis del conflicto Pachacútec su arrojo despliega De las andas ha tumbado Al ídolo Usco Vilca Viendo ya la inminente derrota Hacia Huamanga marchan Los chancas... En halcones tornaron

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 11, 2026