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Days Of The Eagle Lyrics


Myth Days Of The Eagle

He makes eagles an ocelots dance!

Come to see the Huexotzinca

On days of the eagle loudly cries the mexica: War!

Battlefield is the place!

Where one toasts the divine liquor in war,

Where are stained red the divine eagles

Where the tigers howl!

Where all kinds of precious stones rain

Where wave headdresses rich with fine plumes

Where princes are smashed to bits

"there is nothing like die in the war!"

Nothing like flowery death; so precious!

To Him who gives life; far of I see it!

My heart yearns for it!

And they called it Teotihuacan

Cause it was the place where Lords were buried

Thus they said:

"When we die, truly we die not,

We will live, we will rise...

We will continue living"

Thus the dead one was directed, when he died

Awake the sky is red blood

Thus the old one said

That who has died has become a god

Meaning "he has died"

"already dawn has come

Already sing the colored guans

Fire colored swallows

Butterflies fly"

Even jade is shattered

Even gold is crushed

Quetzal plume are torn

One does can live?

... forever!

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