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A brutal death decree

The shaman cries

Under his shrieking call

The clan enthralled

And with our sacred blades

Their flesh be flayed

But it is with the maul

They’re all condemned to fall

They will pontificate

Debate, deliberate

Housed in ivory towers

Charlatans in contrived finery

Violence is our highest law

Way of fang, horn and claw

A legal deed is worthless

In the grasp of the dead

And when the sun has set

Their scalps and skins are stretched

Tanned and marked with curses

Crafted into pouches for discarding defecation

Violence is our highest law

Way of fang, horn and claw

Your law means shit

When your skull is caved in