The sacrifice to the gods
atop the pyramid of the sun,
Carving out the victims heart
and eating it for Huitzilopochitili
We must be appease his wrath
in order for this drought to end
Our people grow ever more hungry
by the day for their precious maize
We will not stop until our bellies are full,
many will continue die as tribute to his most high
Until Huitzilopochitili is fed
we continur to remain hungry