Baron Citadel

Black snake, symbol of the verdant stance,
Possessed, the spirits of the bone dead dance,
Bottled rum to anoint us all,
Sacrifice to this dirt track soil

Cast this world asunder,
Now itis time to enter under

The Baron stands in his cemetery,
Bereavement no longer signals me,
The dead arrive, the offerings are made,
Accept me now into this barren graveÖ.

Cast this world asunder
Now itis time to enter under