Standing in the grass
Singing Ancient songs
Conjuring the Spirits
his life is Everlong.
The people call him Rakba
though he'd rather have no name
he's the fabled shaman hero
playing dangerous voodoo games.
The people stand before him
they stare into his gaze
In and out of Focus
he sets their souls ablaze.
but A challenger approaches
with a cross held in his hands
he has no respect for Rakba
and he wants to take his Land.
The crossed man who claims superior culture
claims to follow him
follow, follow, follow
FOLLOW THE CROSS
Rakba the man of Ancient memory Simply raises his hands
Raises his hands
AND A FIREBALL! A FIREBALL! IS THAT A FIREBALL? A FIREBALL!
it soars across the land, summoned forth from Rakba's hands.
THE FIREBALL! THE FIREBALL! A FIREBALL!
so hot so fierce so Grand, zooming towards where the crossed man stands.
THE FIREBALL! IS THAT A FIREBALL? A FIREBALL!THE FIRE BALL!
so hot so fierce so Grand, it soars across the land
A fireball, a fireball, a fireball
Just a fireball, a fireball, Is that a fireball?
The crossed man is no match for Rakba is the boss.
Of all that is, of all that was, of all that's found, of all that's lost
He sings and shouts his song again for all to hear
Smiles at the road before him, looks back and sheds a tear.
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