Ritual Of The Bacobs

[Invocation] Four winds awaken. Four pillars rise. The body remembers beneath the ancient sky. [Verse] Drums in the jungle, fire in the blood, bare feet striking the holy mud. I wore another name beneath another moon. You guarded the temple. I carried the womb. Bone knows bone. Flame knows flame. Every incarnation remembers the name. [Chorus] Ritual of the Bacabs— turn the world around. Four directions breathing, four fires underground. Erotic holy current racing through the spine. Temple drums are calling— your ancient pulse meets mine. [Chant] East wind—open me. West wind—cleanse me. North wind—steady me. South wind—bless me. Stamp. Turn. Breathe. Rise. Fire in the belly. Stars in the eyes. [Bridge] Place the grief upon the altar. Place the silence in the smoke. Let the body heal the lifetimes where the sacred heart was broke. No more punishment through longing. No more worshiping the scar. We are not the ancient ending. We are what the healings are. [Final Chorus] Ritual of the Bacabs— body, breath, and flame. Every ancient lifetime is released without a name. Faster, deeper, freer, beneath the fourfold sky. The body is the temple. We remember. We rise.