Ku'?nXulaL, Thunder Bird Dance

You are swooping down from heaven, pouncing upon a whole tribe.
You are swooping down from heaven, burning villages, killing everything before you, and the remains of the tribes are like a rest of your food, great thunder bird; great thunderer of our world.
You are swooping down from heaven, going from one tribe to the other. You seize with your talons the chiefs of the tribes.
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