A jungle chief once went to war
At the head of a hundred men
Through undergrowth thick and dense
And was never seen again.
Stories are told of spirit Gods
That dwell between the trees
And a demon who east men up
Who live in marshes where men sink to their knees
A hundred men and their leader
With drums and battle shout
At break of dawn on a summers day
To wage battle they set out
A neighboring tribe they sought to conquer
Turn its people into slaves
But spirits guarded their village
And the attackers are in their graves
Though no one knows where them graves are
How the men did, where they had been
For from dawn of that day to dusk of this
Not a trace of even one was seen!
