At the beginning of time,
when nothing existed,
he created himself
and then two more beings.

Oh great
Ometéotl!

Sons and daughters
brothers and sisters
barren race old
ruining this world!

Ometecuhtli!
Omecihuatl!

(Huitzilopochtli)
make those bastards
fight among themselves
fire! fire!
covering their cities,
until nothing left!
despair!
hearing their weeping,
we mock them!
death! death!
the path that you seeded....
get what you deserve!

war! war!
pray for your children
are turning to dust
Atlacoya
remove holy water,
see their shattered throats

Here in the city,
were the man become god...
Spread the blood
and spin...the dead sun!!!

Mictlantecuhtli:
In the pantheon
thy will rest
Mictecacihuatl:
sedúcenos
¡al barranco espinado!

now we are walking...
into the path of the gods!