Slow rising Sun, O mighty lord

Of us who trembling kneel,

We gather here to give you praise

By Quetzal's sign and shield

Praise, praise cries one)

We come to give you sacrifice

An offering undefiled,

We give you, O Lord of worlds,

As sacrifice, a child.

As sacrifice - a child!!

My boy, my soft haired little sun

Taken before his life's begun?

My child, my child)

Hear our prayers to Thee, O lord,

Our God of battles won.

Hear our shouts of praise and joy;

Hail to thee, O Sun!

My son, my son....)