| No sound in the warn mornin' hours
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| Risen and awaken at the sound of heavy hooves
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| Them, the huge animals of the African land
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| Towering trees whisper to the sky
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| In the blink of wings, which is a terrible certainty
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| You are my sentinel amongst the white clouds
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| Fly, ride in the sky, your echo in the mountains
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| There is a tired and sick heart, today is no longer beating
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| Still rides, the angel of darkness
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| Winged monsters, carnivorous eyes of stone
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| We are African devourers
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| Climbing on the saddle, I know the way
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| Along the trail, within a buffalo skull
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| And a four — legged motherless puppy
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| Take me to that still warm body
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| I’ll satisfy my thirst for blood
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| Monster… Monster… Monster…
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| Winged monsters, carnivorous eyes of stone
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| We are African devourers |