Our gods are gone,
New ones were born
Just images left,
Faith was stolen
-"the grandness of our kind
Lead us to conquer you,
In order to arise"-
Forged as their will,
Last drops of rain,
Our soul's last tears
Wrath of tlaloc, unleashed.
(chorus)
Then by sunrise, the ancient rites, a sin,
By dawn, a new temple to build
With the shine of the stars,
The future seemed unclear for us
All that once was precious,
Now it's all forbidden,
- "obey, sinners from dark lands
Embrace your decay,
Bury your past"-
All that once was beautiful
Is now turned into ruins
After hundreds of years,
And for more to come,
Wrath of huitzilopochtli is released
(chorus)