Ow, kingship was a pitiful failure to the core

Whatever it created soon will be no more

[He digs in sand, to get to some dried bone.]

Maybe that dead and pitiful grave

Will be the only thing is saved

From times of ignorance, times of obscurants lore

[With decisive move he throws bone away. To dodge it, Hofu falls on the ground. Bone flies further, then smash to pieces after hitting the trunk of acacia.]

Chorus:

Because old world is dried and we are rain to come

We burn all weeds and pull out roots that they are from

[Next to place he found a bone, Mtanga with extended claws ploughs the soil then with one of his claw he cut his won paw. A drop of blood falls on ploughed sand.]

On scorched soil it's time to sow

Water with blood the sprouts to grow