Yo Motu Kuni

Running on the egde of the cliff, can't see the bottom below 
Running from the drove of pigs, they're breathing ebony fire 
Turning black is the sky with clouds thick, my limbs are going numb 
Never run nor hide 

Pigs will catch me soon 
They grin with slaver 
Heads of them are countless 
Rush like furious waves 

I see another drove ahead 

Rather dive to death from the edge 
Than eaten alive 

My last view is their faces 
Faces of the pigs 
Every pig has the face of mine