Through the Avenue of the Dead We followed where the sky gods tread Stone by stone, we shaped their will A cosmic city standing still Eyes like obsidian, masks of flame They wore the wind, they had no name We felt their voices in the quake And built the temples in their wake Quetzalcoatl, rise and shine Feathered serpent, twist the spine Of time and sky, of stone and bone Bring the star-walkers back to their throne “Tlazohcamati. Teotihuacan. Nican titla.” Not made for men, the walls too wide The doorways tall, the gods inside They taught us math, they showed us flame And then they vanished, just their name Quetzalcoatl, rise and shine Feathered serpent, twist the spine We mapped your path in sacred stone But now we walk it all alone
