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Beneath obsidian skies, the warriors gather

At the preordained field where gods demand blood

Jaguar hearts pounding in ritual fury

The sun rises hungry

For the captured breath of men

No conquest sought, only the shackling of spirits

Blades clash in sacred rhythm

Death restrained

Not for mercy

But for the gods’ burning appetite

Where the living are taken

Screaming into eternity

The drums of Xochiyaoyotl

Roar across the valley

A dance of precision, fury, and ancestral pride

To capture is glory, to bleed is ascension

The earth drinks deeply from the chosen veins

Born from famine, the altars overflow

The hearts of warriors lifted toward the skies

Each pulse a defiant hymn...

Each breath a final offering

To appease the wrath of the unseen celestial fire...

Obsidian Claws Over the Flowered Fields of War!