Speak it not,chiming
Let it rot,humming
Every pasture know when it's hot
Third party beareth it but
Several hidden treasures underground
Of all,who to call when you are not around
Blooming and springing
Brouhaha awe when aging
Pasture signifies their numbers
Total number of secrets not on papers
Children suffering for lack of wisdom
Lack of wisdom to freedom
Call unto the ancestors I say
Yes call unto them to pay
To pay for they have failed.
Cunning generation on their way coming
Coming and desperate In harming
Several secret have decayed
Decayed since many have betrayed
Warn them,ha ha, for their own good
A new dawn,it is not in their books
Let us keep our own secrets to ourselves
Time and tide will speak for itself
Maybe it is good to hear some
To keep some since it is on form.