Azteca boxing

Desde Salinas where the fighters are born,

Bloodline of warriors, carrying the storm.

No fear in our eyes, only fire in our veins,

Every scar tells a story, every bruise earned with pain.

Raised where the struggle made iron from clay,

Now we march like the Aztecs, never backing away.

With obsidian hearts and fists made of steel,

Every bell that rings reminds us what’s real.

Pre-Chorus

Hear the drums of our ancestors calling our name,

We don’t fight for the glory—we fight for our name.

War paint on our faces, the eagle takes flight,

From the streets of Salinas into championship nights.

Chorus

We’re the Aztec warriors fighting out of Salinas,

Heart of a lion, blood of undefeated leaders.

Every punch is thunder, every round is war,

Leaving our legacy wherever we are.

Raise the flag high, let the whole world see,

Salinas made fighters that will never retreat.

With honor and pride, we stand till the end,

Aztec warriors—champions again!

Verse 2

The gym is our temple, the ropes are our ground,

Where discipline echoes louder than the crowd.

No shortcuts taken, only sweat and sacrifice,

Every sunrise earned with another hard fight.

Our ancestors smile when we answer the call,

Stand together as brothers—we’ll never fall.

Every jab like an arrow, every hook like a blade,

Carrying the spirit that the Aztecs made.

Bridge

If we fall, we rise.

If we bleed, we heal.

If they doubt us, we answer

With the strength they can feel.

From Salinas to the world, let the battle cry ring,

Warriors don’t ask for crowns—

We fight like kings.

Final Chorus

We’re the Aztec warriors fighting out of Salinas,

Forged in the fire, carrying dreams on our shoulders.

No surrender, no fear, only courage inside,

With the eagle and serpent forever our guide.

When the lights hit the ring and the crowd starts to roar,

They’ll remember the warriors forevermore.

From the fields to the ropes, our story lives on—