Legions of men, rising from the earth
A pagan tribe, thought to be no more
Once destroyed, but now they rise
Unholy warriors, hear the battle cries
Triumphant men, fighting in the sun
The ancient spirit is within us
Our kingdom we proclaim
Holy priest we will slay
From Anahuac, we are reborn
Vengeful soldiers begin to form
From an ancient land, we ride the morn
Onward to our rightful throne
Warriors fight the forces of Christ
Clashing with servants of the church
One more time we fight till the end
A message to Christ we will send
Tlaloc is in us, fighting with strength
Raising our weapons, we bring on their end
Our faces show might, without fear
Jaguar men fighting, more legions are near
Triumphant men, fighting in the sun
The ancient spirit is within us
Our kingdom we proclaim
Holy priest we will slay
Spawns of the ancient gods
Raise your weapons in the air
Sons of forgotten emperors
Once again we will fight
Ancient warriors, rise from eternal sleep
Fight for those who were buried by the cross
Let the serpent, guide us in the battle ground
Destroy their religion, the rebirth of our pure domain
We rise from the earth and sky
Christians will soon die
We return as one
Return of the black feathered serpent