Oxun

When I was a young boy
I was raised in Africa in a little village
Deep in the heart of Kenya

I remember one time
I was outside hunting game
When I heard the thunder
Of a storm that frightened me

Suddenly all around me darkness
And I could feel something evil near me
Closing in so I started running
I tried to hide but it overcame me

I became a prisoner
Of the spell that entered me
And the same thing happened
To my friends and family

In the year that followed
Drought and famine filled the land
Many days of sorrow
Endless nights of burning pain

Suddenly a light appeared before me
And I could see the virgin shining on me
And in her arms was the child inside me
And I could feel everlasting freedom all around me