Death Gods Arise

Froth on waters crimson
Bubbling up to realdom
signs of impending doom
Death gods risen to claim
Souls of man yet to die

Xibalba's gates open
Mictlantecuhtli's minion
rise up among the people
Adorned in bones
Of captured souls

walk them upon the earth
Briefly before the end
when men would bend
their knees to the eternal
might of the lords of death

No man can say no
to them, the gods of death
when they harvest
the sheaves will be tied
to feed their might.