Oh, beware of him!
Oh, beware of me!
Who runs athwart my serpent-flame
Gets bitten and must die.
I am the sleeping and waking
Of the anger of the manhood of men.
I am the leaping and quaking
Of fire bent back again.”
The song came to an end. There was a pause. Then all the men of Huitzilopochtli took it up again, changing the “I” into “He.”
“He is Huitzilopochtli,