In this place of ancient magic and religion
I feel the ancients as they call to me
Calling to be remembered, beckoning to the ancient God of the sun
They don't want to be forgotten, as they seem to hauntingly say, " Remember me!"
Almost totally at one time, wiped off the face of the earth
Calling, begging, " Please don't forget me!"
"It was I, to your civilization, well we gave birth!"
Hauntingly beseeching us, "Never, ever forget the ancients! We were the ones that gave life, see!
"A few survived the holocaust, that fate brought down on us
To hide within the shadows, that would ensure some of us would survive
A proud few, that remained in the shadows, from anyone's view
A desperate attempt made, so some would be alive."
" We have cried an ocean of tears, the way we were treated, well that makes us sad
But a few, held their heads high, to ensure all of us wouldn't die
As our world, as we knew it, would die, really making us sad
We speak from our graves, as we try to make sense as of why!"
" Never, ever, forget the sacrifices that were made
A way of existence, that would forever be lost to time
Lost to history, lost to a past life's glade
Here, hear us, as our voices try to reach out across time.
" So hear our pleas, calling across time and the night
Never forget, at one time, we were considered as being great
So never forget, a few of us won the fight
Making sure, you would not forget, the Mayan, once on earth, one of the greats."
