The sun is down,
the spirits arising,
tribal dance will heal their sores.
The priest is praying
and sacrificing.
Young men dreaming of the wars
Men will suffer, men will die
before the autumn has arrived.
before the country peaceful lie,
because the treason was connived.
What you know
makes no difference.
What you have
makes no change.
A handful of growing seeds
has cast a shadow on the sand.
The time is ripe for martial deeds.
A tidal wave sweeps cross the land.
Unfair justice, the reason behind,
the white man’s fatal treachery.
Convinced in soul, controlled in mind.
Condemned to eternal slavery.
Sweat and hate will change your fate.
Reversed minds in ritual dance.
At any rate it is too late
summoning gods in savage trance.
