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letra de glorious traces of the fall of tahuantinsuyu - mythological cold towers

the majestic atuahualpa past slept in his supreme
kingidom
contemplating the golden light that the sun irradiated
and in the empire built between the stones in this
misty plateau
pachaculec rises to the meeting of the solar kingdom
the incam emperor, the ancient dream in the endless
nights, with the shiny gates wide open before this
monument vision.
endless windows fly over eternal flames, this wall wich
endless cross the immensity of the great empire
like sand covering the green of the mountains, a black
unconquerable world.
condors fly over the throne of the ancestral inca.
oh! inti! sacred and golden language.
light up the ruins of the moon temple
key to the chincasuyu to north. key to the contusuyu to
the west. key to the antisuyu to the east key to the
collasuyu to the south.
the language points out the ornaments and the pyramids
built in moche effig in the nocturne calts
hills and valleys guard the sleep of the south emperor,
the receiver of the great treasure of the lost kingdom
of the chimor…
an instant in the world of the forgotten eras, the
great warriors runs among the debries of the ruins…
in hours it will be turned to dustfiery landscapes
never to be seen again after the fall of the emperor of
the south
and the splendid city of monolith towers, unusual
opulence, secular niches, the kingdom of the thin
bl–dy atmosphere
the black sun hides towards the zenith, through the
golden camera i see… the fall black winds
bringing the prophesized ones
cataclysm and beings wearing tumi are seeing walking in
the hills, the fields lightened by the
primordial stars
are being used…
and the plains don’t keep the millenary silence
my funeral ritual envelops this vision and i seek the
art to reveal it to the sons of this race
in this misty valley
the son of the south, son of the sun used to fight
the echo sounds in the mountains of the andes, the hiss
breaks the sacred silence
i see shadows of the past in these sacred lands,
invading the city of god
the voice of manko capac sounds and his vociferations
bring the fast winds wich claim revenge!
and the trumpets in the face of the sun reveals the
catastrophe
eras disapear like hyroglyphs….
symbols destroyed by time
the voice reappered in the great kingdom
the pyramid of kalasaysaya shook, then came the
prophesied apocalypse and the king empire of the
sun went to the fortifications of the mountains of the
moon
the flutes became mute forever
the knowledge illuminated the reminiscing inca
rivers of bl–dy, scary awakening invade the ruins
gigantic gods wave with p-ssion
inti, lord of the sun, awaits for them in this shiny
kingdom.

- mythological cold towers

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