In the dusk
Hunts for human blood...

My mother would hiss
At a youth smoking indian hemp...

Calls in the moon
With thoughts of desired love...

Beauty deserves praise
If a gecko falls from a wall...

When you carry an empty purse
It becomes too heavy...

Berna, Berna, Berna my sister-o!
Ayaya...

Black magic can tame a warrior
Make him break his spear...

This is a black country,
Many souls are black with the soil...

A bewitching hunger to write
Takes over me...

Can we talk for a minute?
Yes...

God tells me softly
Can you dance for me, son...

Celestial sessions are
Where God decides cases...