Ancient War Call

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Mictlantecuhtli

Mictlāntēcutli (Spanish pronunciation: [miktlaːnteːkutli] (listen)) or Mictlantecuhtli (Nahuatl pronunciation: [mik.t͡ɬaːn.ˈteːkʷ.t͡ɬi], meaning "Lord of Mictlan"), in Aztec mythology, is a god of the dead and the king of Mictlan (Chicunauhmictlan), the lowest and northernmost section of the underworld. He is one of the principal gods of the Aztecs and is the most prominent of several gods and goddesses of death and the underworld. The worship of Mictlantecuhtli sometimes involved ritual cannibalism, with human flesh being consumed in and around the temple. Other names given to Mictlantecuhtli include Ixpuztec (“Broken Face”), Nextepehua (“Scatterer of Ashes”), and Tzontemoc (“He Who Lowers His Head”).Two life-size clay statues of Mictlantecuhtli were found m… more »

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Standing with no fear, facing the sun
The warrior from battle an emperor's son
Clenching his spear, grasping his shield
Taking his breath, waiting to kill
Guiding a legion, they march through like gods
Bringing behind them others in fear
The call of the war drum is herd from afar
They stare at the skies, ready to die

Blood from his face he offers to the gods
Followed by a prayer spoken in tongues

The legion that marches is the army of gods
They follow the war drum the call of the gods
Words that are said with by the beat of the drum
Songs that are played by the beat of the drum

Ancient war call, the call of the skies
He lifts his spear, his soul is free
Screams like a warrior with no fear

He pierces his flesh, he pleases the gods
He looks at his army and raises his shield
Onto the battle, blood must be won
  
Standing with no fear, facing the sun
The warrior from battle an emperor's son
Clenching his spear, grasping his shield
Taking his breath, waiting to kill
Guiding a legion, they march through like gods
Bringing behind them others in fear
The call of the war drum is herd from afar
They stare at the skies, ready to die
  
It is the army of Tonatiuh the sun
Splendid they march with the beat of the drum
In perfection formation they pass through intact
Waiting for signs that will lead to an attack

Ancient war call, the call of the skies
He lifts his spear, his soul is free
Screams like a warrior with no fear
 
Hear, feel, the call of the drum
Scream, lift, raise your heads up high
Ride, die, fight side by side
We are the blood of one

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