In My Land I Was a Snake

A last look
at the field of the dead,
the last glance of deceit.
Sand whips the white skin,
now I feel her choking me and bring me back to life.
Sertao No living man shall see me mourn and weep.
A distant god says I'm his will - scorching heat of my land.
A place for my mind such a drought for my soul.
Life is a dream,
I stare at the sea,
dreams of Dahomey
I search for the land where snow grows - mother can you hear -
barefoot and blistered white king of the Dahomey.
Dahomey
The king of Dahomey
Searching, yearning for
Something more, something else than bones and flies
This is my fault
A kingdom kneeling on its chains
A drought for my soul!
Your eyes glint as you're threatening my life but
have you ever seen true death?
In my morbid boundless thirst
you will stare at the void into my eyes
no life, no dreams, no past, no name.
White demon will reign with rage
it's time for a mute deception.
In my land I was a snake
Dahomey
Kneel before the ouster rage of Dahomey.
Dahomey!
If you hide underground
the Earth will speak!!
I command
the ants who are no longer
dreaming of sand.
You'll see
Earth shakes and stands in awe
for I command!
Sand whips white skin of demons
I feel her chocking me and
Sand whips white skin of demons
and bringing back to life white skinned, sand demons
I feel her choking me and
sand whips white skin of demons still alive!!
- Dead kings will come to depose you -
Then I will go and sleep
- So, now! -
Wall up the doors to the women's quarter
as they mourn...