Idnam Walks On
[shouting] Idnam! [spooky chorus] Whispers, nattering, chattering, flittering, Idnam hears them all the same. Shadows nag in endless gibbering, insults lobbed at an unknown name. Bucket in hand, his patience flickering, he guides the dead to where he shows. The Shaman wills, the spirits still bickering, But now they'll feast on all his foes.
