| Hundreds of dug trees
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| Flowing down this channel
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| Thousands of painted bodies
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| Screams in rhythm of paddles
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| And grim drums
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| You recognize me
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| From my adorned nose
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| Fella’s bone
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| Dwellers of out black reign
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| Slimy swamp
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| Wrapped up in a thick fog
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| My reign the reign of asmat!
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| My reign where death gives life
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| There’s magic in cutting you
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| Into little pieces
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| Magic in dancing
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| With your head right here
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| All around a hundred meters tall «bis»
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| I remember the last great feast
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| I remember the white gift from the mist
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| …to «otjanep»
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| That’s our refusal of your
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| White senseless law
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| Our revenge on your soft white flesh!
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| I remember the last great feast
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| I remember the white gift from the mist
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| …to «otjanep» |