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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

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