Search the Billabong far and wide,
It’s now, we’re searching for Bunyip hide
We shall not rest anymore this night
For by the morn one of us will have died
Kianpraty you stalk the lands
Born from Bunjil, the great mythic man
Come from depths to take my soul
To the deep my body will fall
BUNYIPS COME TO TAKE OUR SOULS!
Feast on damper made from flesh
Witchetty grubs that reek of death
Bushmen hear me do not tread
Or else you’ll be bush tucker instead
Out of the Murray I now rise
To crush your skull and gobble your eyes
Bushmen fear me and my song
Or you’ll find your end in my Billabong
Crush his tusks and shatter his claws
GO my rangers, do not pause
We will end the beast this night
For by the morn(ing) one of us will have died
Kianpraty you stalk the lands
Born from Bunjil, the great mythic man
Come from depths to take my soul
To the deep my body will fall
BUNYIPS CAME TO TAKE OUR SOULS!
Feast on damper made from flesh
Witchetty grubs that reek of death
Bushmen hear me do not tread
Or else you’ll be bush tucker instead
Out of the murray I now rise
To crush your skull and gobble your eyes
Bushmen fear me and my song
Or you’ll find your end in my Billabong
Toronto trio VÖLUR infuse doom metal with folk, free jazz, and classical music across a massive third album inspired by the arcane. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 18, 2020