Texty

Azteca: We're summoned again to the battlefield Coxcoxtli has called on the might of our warriors Xochimilco threatens Colhuacan And their lord is claiming for aid Coxcoxtli: Thou shall return with eight thousand prisoners Bring me their ears as proof of your victory I won't provide you with any arms Whence you return your servants they'll be Azteca: Behold the might of The Aztec Such power unheard before Prepare your entrance to Mictlan Behold the face of your death Azteca: Xochimilco has been defeated Enemie's fallen undone by our hands Here are the noses of thirty two thousand Prisoners are yours if you just let us go Coxcoxtli: How dare you bring me such filth Animals you are, savage, reckless! Henceforth your vanished but servants remain Leave my lands and never return! Azteca: Beware the wrath of The Aztec Your final insult's been done Prepare your entrance to Mictlan Next time we clash you'll face death Pilgrimage War Huitzilopochtli's Victory The Promised Land The Aztec People: Here we stand in heart of our sacred city Carved in jade, black obsidian and stained in gold Thou shall bow and revere at its name and splendor For its might shall be never surpassed Let them know that as long as the world remains Won't be an end to the fame and the glory of Mexico-Tenochtitlan!
Writer(s): Dante Díaz Velázquez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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