This mask is weighing heavy on my shoulders
(And a witch doctor's countenance does anything but soothe)
I, alone, watch over the tribe
I, alone, teach them truth

Instilling the proper methods in my small clan
But... as soon as I bring them to tears,
I'll try to give them some respite
I do what I can to quell their fears

I'll peak out
From behind my mask
And wink and smile
And sip from my flask

Then...when
I've done it again
I'll send them all forth
These mighty men

And dance and cavort
Around my fire
With a shout and a snort
I'll lift them higher

Than they could have ever lifted themselves
And when we reach the day's demise
I'll place my garb upon my shelves
And lift my countenance to the skies

And feel the satisfaction
Of the Favor of the Power
And gaze with benefaction
At my people, from this tower

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