All fear has left my body as I prepare to possibly meet the great mictlantecuhtli
The presence of the spirit of the ocelotl that I wear is with me
War cries
Fathers and sons
On both sides
The glorious feeling of war
The sacred ceremony of the exchange of blows and piercing of the flesh is upon us
A lethal dance in which we flirt with death
I can smell the copal burning and hear the drum intensify as we get ready to enter battle on the land
The same land where my umbilical cord was cut and buried with my shield and arrow as a child
Let it be the same land where my blood shall spill and seep through to quench the thirst of madre tierra
But if it not be my time then let me emerge victorious in battle
Let it be I whose bravery is honored
Ometeotl