Testo di On The Twisted Way To The Eagle Tribe

Kuautemok There where sings night quetzal I'm beautified.. The Spirits of this place Test me Accept me in cohorts of soldiers of Eagle Ancestors! Remember this antic night! Unhappy days Are left behind And new year with the growing moon Gains in close ostentation and strength Couched demise on mountain... I shall pass the racks in Xibalba I shall return to Tula My opponents fell dead and their blood will sate the sun And it will continue the way Yes! Its will of gods! Heed the song of spring and the younger son Of Kuautemok Ototlahueliltic, zan titotolinia timacehualtinquezo huel tehuantin, otiquittaque in cococ ye machoyan, ohuaya.