hundreds of dug trees
flowing down this channel
thousands of painted bodies
screams in rhythm of paddles
and grim drums
you recognize me
from my adorned nose
fella`s bone
dwellers of out black reign
slimy swamp
wrapped up in a thick fog
my reign, the reign of asmat!
my reign where death gives life
there`s magic in cutting you
into little pieces
magic in dancing
with your head right here
all around a hundred meters tall bis
I remember the last great feast
I remember the white gift from the mist
...to otjanep
that`s our refusal of your
white senseless law
our revenge on your soft white flesh!
I remember the last great feast
I remember the white gift from the mist
...to otjanep