Lady of the Dead
Walks with skirt hissing the floor
Noise rages all over
She smiles wide as the celebration has begun
Symphony of clattering of bones blend with the drums
Found Miclantecuhtl soon after
Souls flourish and mingle in all of its galore
Interstellar guardian of the festival
Sweet golden glows of life captivate her
Ceremonies as testimonies to the lively spirits
Lady of the dead- of the routinely institutions
Mictecacihuatl continues
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