Quetzalcoatl

Under the empty sky
On the deserted shore of the primordial sea
Only dust moves above the ruins
Only darkness breathes now

The circle has closed
I return to the beginning
Where the gods were born
Where the primal storms rage eternally

Smoking mirror, feathered serpent
Blow your scorching wind over the ruins
Bone collector, creator of destruction
Lift me from the ashes, rebuild me

The elements call out
Fire, water, air, and earth
One bone shard at a time
Scorched by icy fire

From the mud of the earth, the memory of life
From pain and longing
From the anger carried by the wind
He shapes man in his image