In the name of Bon Dieu I recall
a tale that shattered the dreams of us all,
we, disciples of the elder faith

with the Loa, keepers of our spirit gate

Bugid Y Aiba, herald of war

Avenge the evil they're liable for
Self-proclaimed erudites
Pompous, insolent parasites


In the name of science they would oppress
Their baleful trail drenched in blood and heinousness


As our village was plundered and torched
Our spirit, flesh and cult was scorched

Debased and violated
A stigma branded on our head!


Baron Kriminel, judgement betide
those who ravaged our land and our pride
Strike fear into their hearts

Ere head from body departs

In the name of science they would oppress

Their baleful trail drenched in blood and heinousness

I stood behind the trees and witnessed

a display of atrocity and vice
The tortured cries of my beloved
still echoed through my mind

...through my mind

I dragged myself onto their ship

surrounded for weeks by rats and the stench of disease
to finally stray into Parisian alleyways


"A race so trivial... Barbarians, mere animals
unworthies, impure and devolved...


Let's exploit these peasants and have beens,
they're lecherous, disgusting, repulsive, obscene and unclean


Abolish their habits, rituals and families,
burn their houses, they're cursed
Deny their presence, convictions and heritage

unburied they will be, food for vultures"

So say your blessings, dear mad men

In this world, belong no more
A sacrifice in blood you will be
to feed the Iwa


Say your blessings, dear mad men
For this world is no longer yours

Kneel down and bid adieu to the ground
As the barons escort you underground


La Croix!
Samedi!
Cimitière!

Kriminel!

I thank you for your future contribution

to the spirit world in which you will reside
This ritual, materialized, will put an end to
the suffering of those sacrificed


So quiet now, for soon you'll be dead
Fear not

as I
Fear not
as I claim your head