Our lord, you are weary. The journey has tired you, but now you have arrived on the earth. You have come to your city, Mexico. You have come here to sit on your throne, to sit under its canopy.
This lowkey reminds me of the road of el dorado the film. They were trusting because they were expecting their gods to come down and live beside them and Cortez caught onto this and played his part letting him and his men become celebrated and strikes on the day of the celebration. Killing slauthering women and children forcing the Azetcs no choice but to fight. I like it’s from the Azetcs perspective in a sense.