Méxica

Oh, we are ready!
The Toltec people fall, the greatest warrior is born,
Anazasi's heritage from Puebla, revered Xolotl,
And the Uey Tlatoani, legendary man, from old Aztlan,
He who has taken the macro order in essence from Monte Alban.
Amidst struggles and wounds, the faceless people emerged,
Feathered Serpent, white god,...oh!,
Quetzalcoatl!,...over the sea and on land you still live,
With the flesh of time you scream and moan,
From the center of the only world,...there, in Meztliapan.
Aztec without fear, I am!,...the warrior shouts,
Oh!!!,...the one no one has been able to defeat,
Oh!!!,...be noble, red skin,
Shout without fear, Mexica, Mexica, Mexica.