Our gods are gone, New ones were born Just images left, Faith was stolen -"the grandness of our kind Lead us to conquer you, In order to arise"- Forged as their will, Last drops of rain, Our soul's last tears Wrath of tlaloc, unleashed. (Chorus) Then by sunrise, the ancient rites, a sin, By dawn, a new temple to build With the shine of the stars, The future seemed unclear for us All that once was precious, Now it's all forbidden, - "obey, sinners from dark lands Embrace your decay, Bury your past"- All that once was beautiful Is now turned into ruins After hundreds of years, And for more to come, Wrath of huitzilopochtli is released (Chorus)