An elder's nostrils flare As quiet calm gives way to chill laden breeze Sand dances in harsh trances Round the bases of acacia trees A steely glare burns beacon like From deep within the butcherbird's eyes Whilst a tribesman glides unnoticed To the place where the horizon meets the skies The sparks within the campfire rise and die As willy willies swirl and howl And woman folk cling grimly to their babies They fear something's on the prowl A bitter evil lurks in the parched bed Of this so vast and ancient sea A dark-skinned evil devil dog A vessel for lycanthropy Devil dance invokes the sand The elders tense with fear The memories of their childhoods tell them The dog irrinja soon be here The winds howl fierce toward them As dust devils rob the night time sky of stars The fire is extinguished and the tribe escapes The cave seems much too far The dingoes cower in their lairs This cry they hear is not from one of them They smell a distant evil well of darkness From which terror soon will stem The morning comes, the wind has gone And the young ones' spirits lift them into song The sun burns hot and bakes the land Oblivious to what lay beneath the sand And that day brings much rejoicing They feel the worst is done But the elders tremble grimly As a silhouette flies from the sun Hours pass and soon the sky goes dark The bird unmoving in the tree The deathly silence taunts them 'Til the firelight is all they hear and see Their breath hangs still in misty clouds A chill grips them so they cannot speak And terror rips right through them As the butcherbird unleashes with its shriek Devil dance invokes the sands The elders tense with fear The memories of their childhoods warn them The dog irrinja son be here Morning breaks the old man rubs his eyes He peers around and sees the bleeding sands The bone and sinew scattered Remnants of his dear departed clan The butcherbird flies trailing some intestine From its sharp ungodly bill And a baby's head stares blankly The last witness to a cruel and bloody kill