Six Sun On Armed Wings by Xiuhtecuhtli
I watch my axe making bleed the sky
You see, I�m your son, I put the notes to the dark wind
With thousand laments to the forest
Frozen forest, we are born of ardent land
Leave your branches of hatred
I have seen everything and no peace
Fixed in stakes, Gabriel, Sachiel, Anael
In this vomit times, me lacking voice to say my hatred
Cyclone of war, yaotl! Belzebuth
The eagle warrior for you call
Warlike demon in my heart
You keep your sword, Centeotl Izkaltia
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