Convicted and sentenced, but I am not this I am a grim cutthroat a skilled and strong hunter A kilometer away the smell of blood gives me strength In stale air rises the acid smell of death I kill and I devour, five minutes madness My heart is big, pulsing in his ears, screaming in the heated brain Sharp teeth tear chunks of flesh and skin, while the horns rise Recite the victory trophy for another night battle His head down, between the entrails of the animal still alive The butcher is stained with blood, white slaver at the mouth Scavenger, in the worst day of the year Thief, I want to live, breathe my Africa, scream to the world Convicted and sentenced I am too attractred by a rotting carcass From a forgotten fetus today I can steal The blood excites me, brutalizes your dead body