Testo The warning - The Wahala Collective
Testo della canzone The warning (The Wahala Collective), tratta dall'album The War Eze
The Niri Eze swears his oath, bowing in disguise
Rada Rhamirez Loa sees an ally, but I see lightning in his eyes
Amadioha — I warned the throne, but my words have no appeal
Mais - of course they don't. Why fear a man who kneels
Three years served, three years grown
Blood teaches patience, made Rada Mysters feel like home
But across the border, Niri stirs — the thunder never sleeps
Amadioha swears his loyalty, mais the silence runs so deep
I bring the proof, I lay it at Rada Rhamirez Loa's feet
"The Niri spirit runs deep, ma Loa — his knee will not bend"
She looks at me the way she did the day I first arrived
A déserteur with dirty hands, fear in his eyes
"Never bring doubt to my plan," Rada Loa commands
"Never be more pain than use to my hands."
She earned her throne through her sweat, not by right
And hubris has blinded the Loa to the night
Fout Tonné! - I curse
Let her rule as she would
The Loa who earned all misses the wolves in the wood
She won't listen. Mon Dieu, the storm gathers near
But Rada Loa stand still, and she refuses to hear
I've told her, I've begged her, but words blow away
Her self-made throne doesn't care what servants say
They call me shadow-chaser, say I'm choking on my dread
That every false alarm is just a sickness in my head
They think Amadioha is the fever in my brain
Peut-être. But I smell the air and taste the rain
Rada Loa forged her title leaving bodies in the past
Other Loas born to power, sleeping safe within the caste
She cannot see a world where what she built could ever fall
She smiles at every warning, standing ten feet tall
She won't listen. Mon Dieu, the storm gathers near
But Rada Loa stand still, and she refuses to hear
I've told her, I've begged her, but words blow away
Her self-made throne doesn't care what servants say
And then the morning broke, exactly as I feared
The thunder hit the Mysters and daylight disappeared
I begged you, ma Loa, but hélas, c'est trop tard
The war I saw three years ago just slaughtered every guard
She won't listen. Mon Dieu, the storm gathers near
But Rada Loa stand still, and she refuses to hear
I've told her, I've begged her, but words blow away
Her self-made throne doesn't care what servants say
I told her. Fout Tonné, I told her
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Writer(s): Wahala Collective
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