Owls, cats, birds chocked the vocals
Messages encrypted,
Crossed the swampy rivers of Thava
The great one up hill must be ready
The clan has been fogged
The enemy has attacked from the top
About the coughs, the hiccups,
We heard , weeks ago
Is it the reason we here?
The shooting star was for us?
The angel came in disguise?
We don’t know, we don’t know
As the doors of the hut open
The great seer barely unlocks the lips
Pulling the meddalion of his neck
Kneeling with a frightened face
The other palm in the skin bag
A bundle of myrrh,
Broke us all into tears
The lion became too weak to breath