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