Testo I no go bow - The Wahala Collective
Testo della canzone I no go bow (The Wahala Collective), tratta dall'album The War Eze
The throne of Vodun
A Niri king sits where the Bondye once sat
Grand Bois Loa stands outside Kal Mysters walls
He comes to parle
How many more Loas must be defeated
Before there are no more
Grand Bois came to the courtyard, hands open wide
"Ce trône est volé. Restore the Vodun pride."
Then his man spoke. "We talk to the Bondye now."
I raised my hand. "I am king of Vodun. Talk to me
But first bow."
"King of Vodun?" Grand Bois laughed. "Your not even king of Canis."
Ijele says "Thirty days on that throne
Vodunese law says the crown is his."
Grand Bois responds "I cut your tonge then skin your face with the
Law."
I slammed my fist. My guards drew steel
His eyes went black. His skin went midnight
A sword from nothing. White liquid on the tip
Damballa threw himself between us — "Koca chi! we came to talk not
Fight"
Grand Bois whispered a warning, "You've misread the signs
The Bondye didn't fall; he shift between lines."
I told him, "This throne na for me
Not Vodun, not the Loas — Niri is free."
Three hundred Niri. One throne. We hold the line
They said the Thunder falls — the Thunder doing fine
From dust we built this crown. From dust we hold it still
Three hundred Niri. One throne. One unbreakable will
"Retirez-vous from the Mysters," Grand Bois commands
But I will stay here as long as the Vodunese stayed on our lands
He hisses, "Kirina is falling! The demons are here
The gates won't hold. The demons are near
Your pride split the shield, left the whole kingdom bare—"
I laugh at the ruse. I don't frighten or scare
Before I stand with Vodun forces — before I fight your war
I'd rather bed your horses - I'll do that before
He spits, "Keep your soldiers. I don't need your hand
Stand out of the way. Vodun will take the stand
Soon You'll beg for when Vodun steered your fate
When the enemy you hate would shield your gate
Three hundred Niri. One throne. We hold the line
They said the Thunder falls — the Thunder doing fine
From dust we built this crown. From dust we hold it still
Three hundred Niri. One throne. One unbreakable will
Then the air grew heavy... thick and cold
A story older than old
Torches flickered sideways in a wind that sang a song
From the ether they coalesced, from the shadows they were born
Two dozen shapes took solid form and the sky began to mourn
A figure at the center—obsidian blade
A sword of black fire burning in the darkness that he made
His herald spoke the words that turned the courtyard into ice
"This is Lucifer Morningstar — King of Hell
Bow down or pay the price."
I looked at him. He looked at me
Two kings. One throne. One courtyard
I no win this throne just to give am to you
I... no... go... bow
Not to Vodun. Not... to... him
I... no... go... bow
Not to Vodun. Not... to... him
I... no... go... bow
Not to Vodun. Not... to... him
I... no... go... bow
Not to Vodun. Not... to... him
Ke Kwenu! Ke Kwenu
Niri warriors Kwenu
Ke Kwenu! Ke Kwenu
Niri warriors Kwenu
Ke Kwenu! Ke Kwenu
Niri warriors Kwenu
Three hundred Niri. One throne. We hold the line
They said the Thunder falls — the Thunder doing fine
From dust we built this crown. From dust we hold it still
Three hundred Niri. One throne. One unbreakable will
Ke Kwenu
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Writer(s): Wahala Collective
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