Ah Puch
Under the realm of Aztec gods Foolish fall for foreign frauds Kingdoms fill to brim with hatred Violent chaos, nothing sacred Innocent falls for the king’s mistake Organs, blood and gut dissipate Betrayed, on his heart, an obsidian scar Murdered he falls on the ancient altar Forest penetrates the Aztec Blood turns to sludge and the land into lake Sacrifice for the overlord Invoking the demigod Ascend Avenge Conglomerate Obliterate Prophets chant the hymn of death Engaging the ritual of reaper’s breath Sacrifice for the overlord Invoking the demigod Ascend Avenge Conglomerate Obliterate Relic of doom for the severed head Releasing evil, raising the undead Sacrifice for the overlord Invoking the demigod Kneel down and commence chanting Ah Puch is conforming The skull and flesh are bonding All of them in fear screaming The relic of doom now awaken this corpse no longer still His pain conjuring, burning, can you feel the rise of evil Death to life the demigod has arrived
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
God of the dead and the kings conjure unison Form of no man, flesh of black and bones obsidian Tentacles of slime dripping sludge and acid secretion The relic fused in place of head, now obliteration Restrain and preserve your rage This, our realm, we will avenge All this blood, upon henge It is the weapon of your revenge The keeper of death and the ruler of the underworld In the realm of this earth, need for war returned Armor of dearth and the spells of the disturbed This is his war, and the evil shall be conquered Restrain and preserve your rage This, our realm, we will avenge All this blood, upon my henge It is the weapon of your revenge Gaze upon your end and feel my sludge Run through your veins For this poison, will help me gain Complete control of your brains Sorrow and despair, is all you feel I prepare Rain, your blood will rain Sacrifice will be attained All this blood upon my henge It is the weapon of your revenge Unleash all of your rage For it is time for Montezuma’s revenge
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
God of death feeds from the swamp God of death drinks the blood Absorbs the flesh and binds to the bone Melts the metal forms armor forlorn He eats the glass and steel in air He raises the fallen, hells despair The Bolontik emerge out of the swamp And stare down the faces they’ll haunt Mourn the loss of life they don’t Scour the land for feeding on souls Mortal fear they know of none Swamp of blood births the army undone Down fall the Maya, crashing and burning to the bone Not a shot, cry or thought echoes unheard to deaths throne In the swamp of blood Broken salvage, half bodies, the wrought flesh mud Stands Ah Puch, knee deep, in the swamp of blood In the swamp of blood They stand beside the god of death Worshiping his every last breath Quench the life they will on command Feeding on souls from all the land Down fall the Maya, crashing and burning to the bone Not a shot, cry or thought echoes unheard to deaths throne In the swamp of blood Broken salvage, half bodies, the wrought flesh mud Stands Ah Puch, knee deep, in the swamp of blood In the swamp of blood Drop of crimson rolls down his sword Drop of crimson joins the flow The river of blood engulfs the Aztec The river of blood swallows them whole Swift comes the renegade, charging downhill Smash them all with noble glass and steel Gut, bone, flesh, blood, burst into pieces Unearthly magic or almighty smite Pulls out a pouch of blackened darkness Charges his scepter with annihilating ashes Renegade stares down the barrel of the scepter Penetrate, desecrate, their armor on fire
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Deceived Hallucinate those dreams Of freedom and liberty. The atrocities Fuel the cleansing of their sins As the virtue fades, Your master seeks replenishment For his own mortality Set fire to your amends. Bleed bleed plead drain Your sludge will be our gain Guts gore Body soul Ixtab shall reclaim And they echo far Your unheard penetrating screams Your master shall not come to aid Witness your death as he’s fled And the echo lasts Haunting your wicked past You shall be graven and rise Witness the death of your own kind Of greed you reek And in every inch you release Your knowledge of pain A paradoxical gain I hold verity Acquired clarity The hindsight of mortality Fatality The sanity in insanity
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Tortured by the pain of derange, the Spaniards mind Soul estranged, potions made, hallucinate Eaten by the slime The black blood of ancient crimes Runs rampant and wild She laughs at his madness Her prey, she patiently awaits He falls and loses consciousness His body starts to decay Compelling him to self-sacrifice She engulfs the corpse of Cortez The death god awaits to avenge Montezuma’s revenge Knocking at the enemy’s gates The fate of the mortal kind His greed of sludge grows Eternal beyond ocean’s eyes Death Death Death Death
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026