| Hundreds of dug trees | |
| Flowing down this channel | |
| Thousands of painted bodies | |
| Screams in rhythm of paddles | |
| And grim drums | |
| You recognize me | |
| From my adorned nose | |
| Fella's bone | |
| Dwellers of out black reign | |
| Slimy swamp | |
| Wrapped up in a thick fog | |
| My reign the reign of asmat! | |
| My reign where death gives life | |
| There's magic in cutting you | |
| Into little pieces | |
| Magic in dancing | |
| With your head right here | |
| All around a hundred meters tall "bis" | |
| I remember the last great feast | |
| I remember the white gift from the mist | |
| ...to "otjanep" | |
| That's our refusal of your | |
| White senseless law | |
| Our revenge on your soft white flesh! | |
| I remember the last great feast | |
| I remember the white gift from the mist | |
| ...to "otjanep" |