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  1. The Hyena Sorcerer

From the recording Skinflint

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The Hyena Sorcerer
They follow the trail of footsteps
A print human, and hyena spoor

A single trace for every and each step
What is this? They could not be sure

The hills over they see
The vultures circle of glee

Of death a stench approaching
The end of the footprints

From the tusk
Of elephants
Guards the door to his hut

From the skin
Of pythons
Coils the walls of his hut

They feel the terror up their spines
Seeing as he dines

His jaws listen crushing
To the bones of the dying

Monstrous the figure stands
Casting his shadow on sand

Across the evil spans
Partly hyena, and man

He fixes them with his gaze
Help they can't but be dead

To the death of sounds they dance
Swinging their hips forth and back

“African Heavy Metal hailing from Gaborone, Botswana” - - Est. 2006
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