Mictlantecuhtli Blood Of Kings
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 he is mortal man
Spreads his arms to the skies,callling 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 for the deities to see
He has won his immortality
Gazing at the skies he looses grip
Life begins to slip
On his knee 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
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 for the deities to see
He has won his immortality
Gazing at the skies he looses grip
Life begins to slip
On his knee he begins to bleed
Falling to the eternal sleep
He conquered lands,took up arms,fought for Teotihuacan
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
