Southern Hell

The men gathered troops from plains
They were armed with armours and blades
They thought that would be the last fight
And the men reach the core of the range

Soil starts to feel the first step over him
Vibration awokes the soul of black stones
And from the wall they show when are naked
They ask to the sun heat them till burn!

In the south I decide when the hell arrives!

I am the sun of southern lands
And Ia ll stop whatever invasion
You men will suffer a cause Ia ll dry the rivers
Your skin will be broken
And the infection will come

You will drink from the small pool
and diarrhoea will make it in vain
When you really fell thirsty
The drowming becomes you blind

Sheltered on branches the ticks are waiting
For transmit you a lethal fever
Making you weaker against the real beastes
You cannot see but shurbes are moving

Come on, kill the all!
Oh lord wild board
Stop the human advance
Allied with the sun