Blood of cowries.
Innocently shed .
Meanwhile, a white ram is laid.
And a dark goat was slain,
For a sacrifice.
Mother told me something new .
Which my father chased me off before .
I heard the crying of a sea beings,
With a soft cloud tears.
Rainbow plead for them.
That with their hands a light of knife.
All saint drank of the innocent blood,
Like a wine of furious.
Since others lost their calabash for ritual.
A red cloud embraced their live.
And suddenly, we lost their standing.
No one could say.
Even the priest lost his understanding.
For all lad laughed hard.
And suckler shed tears.
They knew the way they went.
It is off this world.
By the stream.
A masquerade fell .
And all their aroma of joy was refrained.
Sourish songs of the saint.
No wonder, the land is embellish with their son blood.
Little voice of an aged.
And lousy talks of a new age.
Ballistically thunder dance.
And clapped for their main dancers.
And singers lost their main chord.
And progressions was find beneath their tongue.
A soul for thousands cry.
And sole for a leopard night.
Sacrifice was made.
And made in song of sorrow.
No more tears left.
And no offering fond.
Land accommodated fear.
As all lost bow of wine.
And elders wrapped their curse in their camp for sacrifice.
What could be wrong? A wise asked
And fool jubilate in fear.
All land is wet of blood.
Blood of cowries and of all saints.
Wicked paid their price with saint's blood.
But no other of same voice.
Letting go off the ground.
This day of sacrifice....
