The Trefoil Muse

Been to hell and back,

Gonna follow the Devils tracks,

Flew 23 hours toward the African sky,

To look that Devil in the eye,

Mosi-oa-tunya,

Smoke that thunders,

They said that through this mist,

I’d find eternal bliss,

Crawled up Table Mountain,

To look at Devil’s Peak,

Not a trek for someone,

Whose spirit is weak,

Mosi-oa-tunya,

Smoke that thunders,

They said that through this mist,

I’d find eternal bliss,

Below me lies red African soil,

Where slaves once sweat and toiled,

Black maned Lions no longer roar there,

But, the blue eyed Devil doesn’t care,

Mosi-oa-tunya,

Smoke that thunders,

They said that through this mist,

I’d find eternal bliss,

One must follow when their Spirit calls,

So, away I went to Victoria Falls,

I took a dip in the Devil’s pool,

One thousand feet down if you’re his fool,

Mosi-oa-tunya,

Smoke that thunders,

They said that through this mist,

I’d find eternal bliss,

The eyes are the windows of the soul,

But if looking in the Devil’s is your goal,

And, if you have the courage to take the dare,

Then the Devils gonna give you a hell of a scare!

Mosi-oa-tunya,

Smoke that thunders,

They said that through this mist,

I’d find eternal bliss.

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