| In a world where all are trembling | 
| And a clan slowly descending… | 
| Wandering through branches and grove | 
| Unbearable heat we feel | 
| For their sake we are now the trove | 
| Never count how much they kill | 
| It’s an honour to die this way | 
| For Tlaloc’s mercy you will pay | 
| Brittle branches promise hunger and pain | 
| More immolation promises rain | 
| If there are gods and we’re their progenies | 
| There must be memories, memories | 
| Tragic end of misery… | 
| If there was rain without the tears they need | 
| To end this slavery, slavery our fate is sealed | 
| For the words of the oracle we’re waiting | 
| The death of the sun we’re anticipating | 
| For rain and crop we’re supplicating | 
| It’s worth the children’s pain so aching | 
| Like black birds they’re locked up in cages | 
| Still no rain, no grace, no wages | 
| Gods not answering any prayers | 
| For nothing killing, so futureless | 
| If there are gods and we’re their progenies | 
| There must be memories, memories | 
| Tragic end of misery… | 
| If there was rain without the tears they need | 
| To end this slavery, slavery… | 
| Our fate is sealed! | 
| More and more, tasting fear and gore | 
| Like opened wounds so sore cutting the final core… | 
| If gods are tenting this sanctuary | 
| Why is there slavery, slavery a tragic end of misery | 
| If there was rain without the blood they need | 
| Where is this memory, memory our fate is sealed! |