Huitzilopochtli     Impregnated was she The Mother Goddess By a ball of fine feathers On the hill Coatepec

Why does she insult us? Why does she dishonor us? Kill her, we must Sister Coyolxauhqui proclaimed

The Womb speaks Do not worry Mother The Warriors prepare While sneaks away Cuahuitlicac

The brave Uncle hears from the Womb I know what to do Huitzilopochtli speaks Proud Warriors attack

Born is Huitzilopochtli Cuts head off Coyolxauhqui All 400 gods Destroyed, they are

Who could attack Huitzilopochtli? Agressive he becomes All other gods must die Sacrifice, he does

Ornaments are his Gone are their costumes They become Huitzilopochtli's destiny Power is His.

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