On the twisted way to the eagle tribe

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.