old buffalo dies
lying on the sacrificial table
He became the sacrifice
near the stinking stables
Clouds going over him
rose a strong wind
his dream came true
but he was bind
ball lightning fell the sinful earth
all people have turned to ashes
and the wind brought them to firth
and since then the river flashes
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