Obsidian weapons retreat
Sounds of the huehuetl fade away now
Bloodstained feathers have fallen
Red earth, dark sky, thick wind
Lord of battles, great Tezcatlipoca
Source of life amid the blood
You've defeated our god of creation
In battle and in his smoking mirror
And you'll look like the star of the morning
Different quetzal plumage
On a raft of serpents from the east, where the sun rises
Different quetzal plumage
On a raft of serpents from the east, where the sun rises
God of the winds and of the morning
Creator of life with precious bones
God and sons of duality
Lord of the dawn and sacrifice
Creator of the five suns
And God of the breath of respiration
He'll return from the east where the sun rises!
Different quetzal plumage
On a raft of serpents from the east, where the sun rises