Walking through fields on my way home Marching on I go, to the place where I belong Passing tombs of those forgotten ones The winds call my name as I am near "Cuauhtémoc you are finally here" Watch as the eagle flies Over the land of sacrifice Hear the war drum call me Virtue and glory is all I see Walking the paths leading to the heart of the sun My shield is all I have my journey has only begun Altars of blood on ahead, holding images of terror and death I hear them call my name, dead warriors from the grave Bringing hope again to the soldiers rising and the brave As I stand beneath the sky, this is the land where I was bound to die Eagles take my soul To the land, where I belong I have returned To the earth, where I was born Under the wings of the feathered serpent I ride on With the sun looking down on me, I march on The emperor has returned, the throne awaits me The land of the sun it has to be Eagles take my soul To the land, where I belong I have returned To the earth, where I was born Walking through fields on my way home Marching on I go, to the place where I belong Passing tombs of those forgotten ones The winds call my name as I am near "Cuauhtémoc you are finally here" Watch as the eagle flies Over the land of sacrifice Hear the war drum call me Virtue and glory is all I see