No sound in the warn mornin' hours Risen and awaken at the sound of heavy hooves Them, the huge animals of the African land Towering trees whisper to the sky In the blink of wings, which is a terrible certainty You are my sentinel amongst the white clouds Fly, ride in the sky , your echo in the mountains There is a tired and sick heart, today is no longer beating Still rides, the angel of darkness, Winged monsters, carnivorous eyes of stone We are African devourers Climbing on the saddle, I know the way Along the trail, within a buffalo skull And a four - legged motherless puppy Take me to that still warm body I'll satisfy my thirst for blood Monster... Monster... Monster... Winged monsters, carnivorous eyes of stone We are African devourers