The Drums Pound Every Night in a Glorious Celebration of Life
Cast them in to the fire,
totems of sacrifice and woe,
for the Sun god is here,
and he is generous.
The drums pound every night
in a glorious celebration of life!
The earth is bountiful and rich-
fertilized and multiplied.
The sky gives way to great storms,
a deluge that deafens all.
Game trails run as raging torrents,
and the end is fucking nigh!
The end is fucking nigh!
