Moored in the center of the village
He was exposed to greedy looks
Grayish-skinnned
Covered with feathers and scraped eyebrows
Of men who have lost their humanity
They danced around
Generating strangeness
Fear and repulsion to the condemned
In a precise blow
The tacape bends over the victim's neck
Screaming and singing
One more body falls dead
Taken to the fire, your skin is shaved
Her legs cut above her knees
And his arms was separeted
From the trunk
It is scary to see
By force and spirit
All will be assimilated
Both the powerful and the dangerous
Be warriors, enemies, relatives
Or their neighbors
With pieces in hand
Woman run around the huts
Screaming and singing
Songs of revenge the time has come!
The carnal feast shall begin
In extase in euphoria the tribe joins
To share with the guests
The spirit in the flesh of this dead man
By force and spirit
All will be assimilated
Both the powerful and the dangerous
Be warriors, enemies, relatives
Or their neighbors
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