Our father's past......Our present

Sinfully dark
Cleansingly bright
This night
we have come this far
at Ifa's bidding
The mouthpiece of the gods
With ambers' guide
we're not led astray
Under the moonlight's shine
we carelessly gyrate
to the rhythm that we create
We answer to the call of the drummer's best;
Chants and praises
Blood and wine
We appease the gods
Hope to please them all
Wives are taken
Duels are broken
Tonight we are high
in our ancestor's spirit
Every stop, yet another climax
This is how we pledge allegiance
to the binders of the earth
In happy subordination
We reinforce and pay
homage to our fathers' past
And to today...
Our present.

June, 2004