Legions of men, rising from the earth A pagan tribe, thought to be no more Once destroyed, but now they rise Unholy warriors, hear the battle cries Triumphant men, fighting in the sun The ancient spirit is within us Our kingdom we proclaim Holy priest we will slay From Anahuac, we are reborn Vengeful soldiers begin to form From an ancient land, we ride the morn Onward to our rightful throne Warriors fight the forces of Christ Clashing with servants of the church One more time we fight till the end A message to Christ we will send Tlaloc is in us, fighting with strength Raising our weapons, we bring on their end Our faces show might, without fear Jaguar men fighting, more legions are near Triumphant men, fighting in the sun The ancient spirit is within us Our kingdom we proclaim Holy priest we will slay Spawns of the ancient gods Raise your weapons in the air Sons of forgotten emperors Once again we will fight Ancient warriors, rise from eternal sleep Fight for those who were buried by the cross Let the serpent, guide us in the battle ground Destroy their religion, the rebirth of our pure domain We rise from the earth and sky Christians will soon die We return as one Return of the black feathered serpent