Jim Skiff - Oraga,s Vision/A Tear With No End

Stay your hand O my Chief
I bring a message for you

And what are your tidings today, Oraga?

I shall tell you, and please listen well!
I have never slighted your counsel

In that way you have served the people well

Lately I have heard strange things in the air
The birds seem to scream with a murderous rage
I have seen them tearing each other with their talons

So, I offered blood sacrifice
I consulted the oracle of the drum
I have thrown the bones and the knives
And the answer comes clear, like the beat of a drum

It is you that is bringing a curse upon the Lowara
The altars and hearths of the people have all been polluted
By the dogs and the birds that have fed on the corpse of your nephew

Old woman you waste your insults on me
The flesh of a traitor can't defile the Rom
Save your tricks for the Gajo, you'll not earn your bribe today

True counsel is a priceless gift

And folly is a worthless gift

True, and it seems you're infected with that plague
Hear then, my saying for you
Before the sun has set on this day
My prophecy will ring true
The flesh of your flesh will be laid in the clay

O Dell is preparing to take his revenge on you
The undead will rise for the purpose of tormenting you
The heart of your heart will be stolen away from you

The world is wide and wonderful
But the wonder of all is man
He changes the course of the rivers and streams
And disfigures the face of the land
He levels the forest to build his towns
And plows up the meadow for fields
He plunders the mountain for iron and coal
To fashion the weapons, he wields

The fish of the sea and the birds of the air
He snares with a silken cord
The beast of the wood, so wary and wild
He slays with an iron sword
The horse of the plain is caught to the rein
And bent to his master's will
The bullock is tamed, to the plow he is chained
And forever, the fields he must till

With reason and temperance, men of the state
Establish the law of the land
But the people will prosper for only so long
As they honor the true God's commands
Cursed is he, who consorts with a demon
To sell out the soul of his kin
For a life is a speck in the eye of God
But a death is a tear with no end
For a life is a speck in the eye of God
But a death is a tear with no end
For a life is a speck in the eye of God
But a death is a tear with no end

Written by:
James Skiff

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