hundreds of dug trees  flowing down this channel  thousands of painted bodies  screams in rhythm of paddles  and grim drums    you recognize me  from my adorned nose  fella's bone  dwellers of out black reign  slimy swamp  wrapped up in a thick fog  my reign, the reign of asmat!    my reign where death gives life  there's magic in cutting you  into little pieces  magic in dancing  with your head right here  all around a hundred meters tall "bis"    I remember the last great feast  I remember the white gift from the mist  ...to "otjanep"    that's our refusal of your  white senseless law  our revenge on your soft white flesh!    I remember the last great feast  I remember the white gift from the mist  ...to "otjanep"