On the Twisted Way to the Eagle Tribe Songtext
von Raxa

Accept me in cohorts of soldiers of eagle
Ancestors!
Remember this antic night!
Unhappy days
Are left behind

And new year with the growing moon
Gains in close ostentation & strength

Couched demise on mountain...
I shall pass the racks in Xibalba


I shall reurn to Tula
My opponents fell dead & their blood
Will sate the sun

And it will continue the way
Yes! It′s wiil of gods!

Heed the song of spring

Ototlahueliltic, zan titotolinia
Timacehualtinquezo
Huel tehuantin, otiqittaque
In cococ ye machoyan, ohuaya