flowing down this channel
thousands of painted bodies
screams in rhythm of paddles
dwellers of out black reign
wrapped up in a thick fog
my reign, the reign of asmat!
my reign where death gives life
there's magic in cutting you
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
that's our refusal of your
our revenge on your soft white flesh!
i remember the last great feast
i remember the white gift from the mist