Deep green canopy hides the way
Golden jaguars come out to play
She cuts through the vines with a blade
Under the heavy emerald shade
Deep in the jungle where the stone sleeps
Ancient secrets the mountain keeps
Golden masks in a hidden room
Breaking the seal of a heavy doom
Mud on her boots and a steady hand
Mapping the curves of a haunted land
Silver coins scatter on the floor
Opening wide a forgotten door
Traps in the walls with a sudden click
The air in the chamber is getting thick
She slides through the gap in a narrow space
Searching for truth in a stony face
Deep in the jungle where the stone sleeps
Ancient secrets the mountain keeps
Golden masks in a hidden room
Breaking the seal of a heavy doom
The sky turns a bruised kind of blue
The Mayan prophecy ringing true
One wrong step and the world will shake
A sleeping giant is now awake
She climbs the stairs to the highest peak
Finding the answer the elders seek
The sun hits the altar with a bright glare
The smell of old cedar is in the air
Deep in the jungle where the stone sleeps
Ancient secrets the mountain keeps
Golden masks in a hidden room
Breaking the seal of a heavy doom
Click the shutter, save the light.
Close the lens.
Goodnight.
