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
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