THE LANGUAGE OF THE GODS
the language of the gods are spiritual
only the ancestors can pass the rhythms
the words of the gods hiding only those with the ear of the gods can hear
the eye of the gods see the heart through pure light of crystal thunder with fire like brimstone
oh where are gods in a time like this
oh where are the ancestors the custodian of the ancient
oh where are the elders the custodian of the gods
oh! No more elders in with the pure eye of the eagle
oh no more elders with true splitting fire of pure conscience
oh no more elders holding the lamp
we are lost walking in the dark like blind Bartolome
so the gods are silence in our fortune
closing their eye to our down fall.
He who the ancestors shine it touch see
far from a mortal.
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