There is a danger for incautious traveler That lurks among this darkened marsh
Swamp folk are the dwellers here They tend to place shrunken heads Fitting them on ferociously decorated spears
Unbearable stench soars throughout their den
Wanderers, vagabonds, scoundrels - all of them are their prey Rustle in wild expanses makes the strangers terrified They are running away and succumbing into flurry
Rapid, fierce, chasing the victims Hunting them down, putting to ground Bounding with rope and dragging to den Stoning them with narcotic infusion
Dazed, waiting for ritual dismemberment
Torso is hacked and butchered Prepared according traditions Then spoils are distirbuted by hierarchy Among the tribe
Warriors are consuming arms and genitals Women are content with the legs The elder are possessing brains And heart belongs to their blood godTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
