In the dry cradle of Tsavo Two brothers born without mane Dust-colored fur, amber eyes Hunting flank to flank in pain They want the flesh and so it is fine So it was and so it will always be They want it and that's the way Whatever they hunger, they claim Deep must one hunt If one wants warm blood Shadow, oh Shadow Darkness, oh Darkness Deep must one hunt When hunger calls loud Shadow and Darkness Tsavo bows down Plague stole the herds away Old bones, sick prey no more One with broken tooth in fire The other sniffs the human door They taste and so it is fine So it was and so it will always be They taste and that's the law Man is slow and soft and free Deep must one hunt If one wants warm blood Shadow, oh Shadow Darkness, oh Darkness Deep must one hunt When hunger calls loud Shadow and Darkness Tsavo bows down Night cloaks their steps like smoke Tents open wide in fear They drag the screams to the dark No roar, just silence near One falls pierced by lead The smaller one with wounded jaw The greater waits alone in rage Then comes the final draw Deep must one hunt If one wants warm blood Shadow, oh Shadow Darkness, oh Darkness Deep must one hunt Till the last breath is gone Shadow and Darkness Now silent and done Tsavo remembers Two without mane In the night