Catacombs

O ye of eternal fire
O ye of the endless rain
Oh Lord, reveal thyself to me

O ye of eternal fire, reveal thy sun to me
Oh, I beckon thee, bring upon the dawn
(Reveal thyself to me)

Rise up from the ancient tombs
Grant us all your infinite wisdom
Endure as you rise from the catacombs

Lord of Mictlan, land of the dead
Deity of death and darkness
That which lies upon the graves

They, the ancestors, said that it is through
The sacred spirits, that all live
That all live!

He who makes the day, recreate the sun
He who makes the night, recreate the moon
He who makes the storms, supplicate us with rain
He who makes the wind, supplicate us with force

Lord of Mictlan, land of the dead
Deity of death and darkness
That which lies upon the graves

I cast myself unto flames, reveal thy sun to me
In order that the dawn may break