Here a lived a fatherland at the back of bucolic,
When two different colours were mixed in iris,
The leg was crossed and the eyes is bright,
Visible to be see and was blackmail in shallow.

The craziness was worn with different designs,
One at top and the other to cover uncovered,
The second stayed with flesh in cassava water,
Permuted with the horses running legs constantly.

The reflect object in stalk's holders hands in brutal,
With blood fibres on the skull of the victims,
Who hide in the darkest house of devils at lake,...