We're Aztec priests so your head, Our prisoners always up dead. Our colour is blood red, not nice.
At an Aztec temples day, We would please the gods this way. of enemies we'd slay, sacrifice.
To win at war, make grow more, To cure our when ill. The sun to shine, this to rhyme, More victims we kill.
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You won't survive! You survive!
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staying alive! Ain't staying alive! Yeahhh!
With scarifice, we appease, Our each powerful big cheese. Lets hear it for your please! Haaa!
We're it for Toci, the Aztec goddess of the earth's heart, We're doing it for Chantigo, goddess who makes start. We're it for Itzli, the goddess of stone knives. doing it for Itzpapalotlometeotlchiconahuiehecatl, Errr? other gods great lives!
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Don't cross us Aztecz, we ya!
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Or end up as fertiliser! Yeahhhhh!
Our year starts in november, when priestly member, Is asked if they'll remember, our dead. We do this if you haven't guessed, by something off your chest, heart would proberbly be best, or else your head. And then on our year planners, the raising of the banners, And it's only polite manners, to kill guys.
December and January, desmembering vary, All you need to know, is that we them high. May and June, it's summer time, the is easy, only halfway through the year, bet you're feeling queasy. In autumn time, we sweep our and kill some more but then, By late October, the killings over, it starts up again!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
You won't survive! You survive!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ain't alive! Ain't staying alive!
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Want to live until you're
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Avoid us priests, been told!