Midnight dark came, no words to describe
Only the river from the moon shines
And behind the river an unknown tribe,
Lighting the fires, roaring smiles.
Tomorrow we’ll all meet and learn,
Who will be the master of places these all
The tribe’s men believe in a black stone’s help,
The Golden chain cross for us always tall.
Again I've pass the bumps and the pits,
What a dreary country Sidamo, God bless,
The mules has it only no other things
And don’t even trees grow in wilderness.
It’s fun to think: if we can conquer evil, -
Many have already overcame us,-
Again the road of yellow snake dream
Will lead from the hill and over the hill.
But if tomorrow the Web’s waves
In the roar will take my dying breath,
Even the dead, ascended into heaven,
I’d see our Fiery God fights the Black theirs.