The crown of plumes

Marching on strong steps into the ground
for the whole earth is now shaking
at the dances in the land
(rain has begun) for every drop that is spilled
there's a serpent in every cloud
crawling to poison the impure
and to purify our fields

The crown of plumes gleam in the stars up high
a golden pheasant bow to salute the gods in pride
fools shall be ignored as the stones in our lands gets clean
dullness drowned in the deluge
as the storm dictates the rules

U kakil cichcelem yum dzules
e chac con ek le can pahuatunes

for these are the lands of the stars that gave us birth
a stone in every pyramid will lead beyond time