Temple reaches to the sky
In this year of feathered serpent
Proud young warrior
Stands in sun light
With his back against
The world
Sweat gets in his eyes
Starts to climb the giant stairway
Head is bowed
Mouth is dry
Awaiting death
The final word
Every breath may be his last
Soon in time the end will come
High priest will spill a life
Spirits praise ...
The eye of the sun!
Down on the ground
Grim multitudes are forming
Heat haze hangs on the horizon
Shadows fall before their eyes
Tension mounts
The appointed hour
Is getting ever nearer
Someone cries
God help him!
Then looks the other way
Great stone idol
Claims it's prize
Waits until
The day is done
Immortality bathed
In golden rays...
The eye of the sun!
Oh but if the holy writings tell a lie
How many more doomed to die
In vain?
Never asking
Knowing why?
The gods desire blood to give rain!
Solemn hush hangs in the air
As he kneels before the alter
Reflections of a past life
Flash by then slip away
All hope of freedom gone
As there cast upon the four winds
Role of the chosen one
Was the price he had to pay
Crimson blade arches down
And then he's gone
Phoenix rising from the ashes
Blazing like...
The eye!
The eye!
The eye!
The eye!
