The falcon's returned
Where is the falconer?
Here are the hounds
Where is the hunter?

For long my song
For long so long
We've waived this evil

Grey was that day
A great, sad day
When the chief- hound
Sakara, chased a deer
Into the haunt of Ebora
A cave neath Atamara

The mythical hill
A queer chill
When you mount it

And we never knew
The deer Sakara's chased
Is dear to Ebora Atamara
That we hunt in the haunt
Of the spirit beings
That the games are claims
Of some guidance spirit
That the cave neath the hill
Is there saving safety

And Sakara chased
A prey into its lay
And turned the prey
Returned crawling
Returned drooling profusely
Status epileptus
Grand mal

Returned and dropped dead.
We had buried the dog
Seem to have pleased the gods...

But my song
All along
We only postponed this evil...