From the recording Skinflint
Lyrics
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