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.