The river may die
The river flows in peace Untill the beast invaded the east Cutting down it's speed and poisoned it's heart with the blood of a witch The God's of our ancestors Rain on us what will reign as we lay under a rail that deprive us off our lake God of Ogun come fight for us Before these beast take us as slaves by their fist.
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