The Pits Of Wydah
Skinflint
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