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I kneel by the place of my campfire
I cook the meat from a smoking trophy
I give a hell under the stars open fell< br/>To the beast whose life is forced to give
I carry an urge like Attila and...
In my bow lives its port
Hunger is my nemesis and my demon
Through it I have been given my name
Tropaion, Tropaion
Tropaion, Tropaion
The Kalahari steppe is an inhospitable place
but my heart is eternal right there.
Hear the wind that calls to a new strain
Black death is what I desire
. ..blood and arrows and Africa
over the battle-scarred land
A hard pile lingers in a blood-soaked history
As red as Africa's swirling sand
Tropaion, Tropaion
Tropaion, Tropaion
Tropaion, Tropaion
Tropaion, Tropaion
Tropaion, Tropaion
Tropaion, Tropaion