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!