Hundreds of dug trees Flowing down this channel Thousands of painted bodies Screams in rhythm of paddles And grim drums You recognize me From my adorned nose Fella's bone Dwellers of out black reign Slimy swamp Wrapped up in a thick fog My reign, the reign of asmat! My reign where death gives life There's magic in cutting you Into little pieces Magic in dancing 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 ...to "otjanep" That's our refusal of your White senseless law Our revenge on your soft white flesh! I remember the last great feast I remember the white gift from the mist ...to "otjanep"