Thunder Fall

Kal Mysters, you are the graveyard of warriors.

Look at the Thunder... he's come undone.

I told Damballa: "Take the crown. Take the name. Take the men."

I painted my body white — same chalk marks as the outpost.

But that was the beginning. This was the end.

I tied the sheet. Buried my axe in the beam.

The rope was ready. So was I.

I stood on the chair. Nothing left of my name.

Of all that followed me, none left to blame.

I stripped my fear. The rope pulled tight.

Silence fell in the middle of the night.

Oh-oh, thunder falls from the sky.

The Great Eze says he's ready to die.

Axe in the beam and body on the floor,

The War Eze won't fight no more.

Lost his army, lost his wife,

Used his own hands to take his life.

Chineke! The King has snuffed his light.

The ancestors tremble at the sight.

I floated like smoke above a dying fire.

My body on the ground — Ijele's hands upon my chest.

She pressed and pressed, crying for the man she once desire.

But the dead don't answer. The dead just rest.

Then something shifted — taller than the room, taller than the night.

Red marks burning under skin that glowed from within.

White hair pouring down like something losing light.

Death. The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

Oh-oh, thunder falls from the sky.

The Great Eze says he's ready to die.

Axe in the beam and body on the floor,

The War Eze won't fight no more.

Lost his army, lost his wife,

Used his own hands to take his life.

Chineke! The King has snuffed his light.

The ancestors tremble at the sight.

Death spoke: "I am the echo in the void. The beginning and the end."

She raised her scythe. Her smile was cold and sure.

"You sealed your people's fate. You pushed away your closest friend.

You lost everything, Amadioha. What is left to endure?"

"You were told the road to Vodun would only bring you death."

She stepped aside — a door of light behind her burned.

"Your warnings fell on deaf ears.

Now give me your last breath.

The Queen of Sine told you — from dust you have returned."

But something broke through the void.

A sound I knew.

A voice - that had no business in this place.

"Eggnant!" Ijele. Calling me back.

A voice Death couldn't erase.

Eggnant! Eggnant!

Death raised her scythe: "You be mine"

But I am the war Eze. I no dey align.

I drove for my body, split through her like light,

The heart of the thunder, the soul of the storm.

Agony. Pain. Every nerve on fire.

I crawled through the void, through the spirit's mire.

I slapped the scythe. I kicked the gate.

"I no go die today. Death will have to wait."

Oh-oh, thunder falls from the sky.

But the Great Eze not ready to die.

Axe in the beam and body on the floor,

The War Eze will fight once more.

Lost his army, found his wife,

Used his own hands to take his life.

But The Eze has found his light.

The ancestors delight at the sight.

Gasp. I breathed. Life-giving air.

Ijele's lips on mine — she was there.

Damballa pushed my chest, every rib cracked — snap.

But the Great Eze, I have come back.

I coughed up the blood, I looked at my wife,

She was the anchor, she was the life.

"Why did you do this?" she asked with a slap,

"Try it again, Amadioha, and I'll let you die. No coming back."

She held my face. Her hands were still shaking.

"Not Eggnant," she whispered. Her voice barely whole.

"I'm pregnant... with the child of the man I thought was dead."

New life in the camp, new life for the king,

The Thunder will roar... the people will sing.

Amadioha... you won't die.

Not today. Kirina land... we still stand.