I stand with joy over the top of the Itzam Cab Aih
and glimpse
the final halo in the sky
the hude sound of the flutes
reigns all over the immense fussiness
flowers get extinguished
my mat is the only throne
The time will come in which be blindfold the eyes of god
Katun for the darknen of his throne
The dawn of our matting and the downfall of the races
The glitter of the serpent by far above the wings of time

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