Thrown in the pits of whydah
Darkness gnaws at your eyes
Your flesh the serpents strew
And tease your wounded thigh
Winters night is near
The warmth they can't resist
Your flesh the serpents spear
Until your cries are clear
In the pits of whydah
I will kill all nemba *4
Thrown in the pits of whydah
You hold the blood of nyemba
Your flesh the serpents spear
Until your cries are clear
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