Above the mountains, across the plains, the warrior stands he understands
The air is cold, he feels his soul, death will come but he will move on
He was brave, worthy warrior, Anahuac had him saved
Reflecting back, through his life, the clouds are turning black
He stands tall, like a god, but yet he is mortal man
Spreads his arms, to the skies, calling out the storms
Winds, rains, they begin to fall
Cold, fogs, descend from above
Fear, terror, not in his mind
Waiting, calling, for the right time
Grabbing his dagger with one hand, clenching his fist he understands
Reciting words unknown to man, screaming out the war cries once again
Pointing out to the lands that made him be, he cries out victory
Piercing himself to the deities to see, he has won his immortality
Gazing at the skies, he loses grip, life begins to slip
On his knees he begins to bleed, falling to the eternal sleep
Above the mountains, across the plains, the warrior stands he understands
The air is cold, he feels his soul, death will come but he will move on
Raising one hand, clenching his fist he understands
Reciting words unknown to man, screaming out the war cries once again
Grabbing his dagger with one hand, clenching his fist he understands
Reciting words unknown to man, screaming out the war cries once again
Pointing out to the lands that made him be, he cries out victory
Piercing himself to the deities to see, he has won his immortality
Gazing at the skies, he loses grip, life begins to slip
On his knees he begins to bleed, falling to the eternal sleep
He conquered lands, took up arms, fought for Teotihuacán
He had no fear, for what was near, death it was clear
Standing tall like a god, but yet he is mortal man
He was brave, worthy warrior, Anahuac had him saved