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Before I be a slave... I'll be buried in my grave
The screams of my people in the spirit of my ears
The smell of sweat in my nostrils mixed with my people's darkest fears.
The heart of a warrior, the village defender
My heart dropped from my chest is all I remember.
My soul...
The smell of sweat in my nostrils mixed with my people's darkest fears.
The heart of a warrior, the village defender
My heart dropped from my chest is all I remember.
My soul...
