At midnight's hour He washes blood off his hands Religious townfolk, they prey and work the fields from dawn Until the sundown, when all the light of day is gone They transform into reptiles, snakes and wolves The cult leader hastily opens the door that leads to a passage Right under the church floor Into a secret crypt Lit by a thousand black candles A sanctum of witchcraft in an underground hall Just like flies drawn to the corpse They have gathered all As they pray and call Kariba! Oh, rise from thy grave And light death’s beacon Grant me your embrace Wooh Kariba, for we have learned Of your grief, loss and pain How it drove you insane Until you slaughtered half the village in your name They came with torch and pitchfork And accused her of devilry They made her watch her children Hanged by the neck from the old willow tree Right there, right then, she gave birth to fear Leeching on pain until a black larva appeared Sulfuric puss instead of sweat, and acidic black venom for blood, it bled It wriggled then ruptured and the grudge emerged in human form And so was the daughter of the devil reborn Oh Kariba, for I have yearned Learned of such malignities of hellish Litanies and vanished so deep in your Poisonous heart And so continues this tale Of unearthing the white lady so pale So pale But something far more wicked awakened and followed her trail Shadows over lammendam