Cry of Mokele-mbembe

Two days drifting, lost on endless rivers,Yet you drink and laugh, blind to creeping fears

You, foolish souls, adrift in reckless bliss Careless minds dulled by drink, senses amiss

But now—your boat trembles,Wood groaning beneath your feet The dark waters stir, restless, hungry

A sound breaks through the water— Primordial, deafening, alien to your ears A thunderous call from the forgotten deepThe cry of Mokele-mbembe