At midnight's hour
He washes blood off his hands
Religious townfolk, they prey and work the fields from dawn
Until the sundown, when all the light of day is gone
They transform into reptiles, snakes and wolves
The cult leader hastily opens the door that leads to a passage
Right under the church floor
Into a secret crypt
Lit by a thousand black candles
A sanctum of witchcraft in an underground hall
Just like flies drawn to the corpse
They have gathered all
As they pray and call
Kariba!
Oh, rise from thy grave
And light death’s beacon
Grant me your embrace
Wooh Kariba, for we have learned
Of your grief, loss and pain
How it drove you insane
Until you slaughtered half the village in your name
They came with torch and pitchfork
And accused her of devilry
They made her watch her children
Hanged by the neck from the old willow tree
Right there, right then, she gave birth to fear
Leeching on pain until a black larva appeared
Sulfuric puss instead of sweat, and acidic black venom for blood, it bled
It wriggled then ruptured and the grudge emerged in human form
And so was the daughter of the devil reborn
Oh Kariba, for I have yearned
Learned of such malignities of hellish
Litanies and vanished so deep in your
Poisonous heart
And so continues this tale
Of unearthing the white lady so pale
So pale
But something far more wicked awakened and followed her trail
Shadows over lammendam
