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I'm Pachacuti, the Incan lordAll other tribes dreadedMy name means 'he who shakes the earth'Not that I'm big headed!When it comes to claiming nearby lands I was the type to risk itBut it's how I treat dead enemies That really took the biscuit...I drink from their skulls!Do the Pachacuti!Pull out their teeth whole!Do the Pachacuti!Make teeth in to charms!Do the Pachacuti! Make flutes out of their arms!Pachacuti!Once on a hillside my troops hidTo cause a rival strifeAnd when they jumped out it looked likeThe ground had come to life!'The rocks they are my warriors!'I then used to boastSongtexteAnd that little lie helped us win warsBut violence helped the most...I drink from their skulls!Do the Pachacuti!Pull out their teeth whole!Do the Pachacuti!Make teeth in to charms!Do the Pachacuti! Make flutes out of their arms!Pachacuti!If you were a rival chiefWe'd kill you first and thenWe'd stuff you like a scarecrowBut one for scaring men!Then we'd rest your bony fingers onThe stretched skin of your bellyAnd in the breeze they'd tap that tumLike a drummer- but more smelly...I drink from their skulls!Do the Pachacuti!Pull out their teeth whole!Do the Pachacuti!Use their skin as a drum!Do the Pachacuti! I've never had so much fun!Pachacuti! Aus Songtexte Mania