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. [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus]
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