The great HUNGA BUNGA roams the street

With a roar so loud it shakes concrete

In the daylight or late at night

Brings shadows wrapped in quiet fright

From the mountains to the sea

HUNGA BUNGA wild and free

Harvesting the dreams of old

Turning silence into gold

HUNGA BUNGA's on the prowl

Hear the whispers spread and howl

What you sow is what you reap

In the night where secrets creep

With a staff carved from ancient trees

HUNGA BUNGA brings them to their knees

Worn by time yet standing tall

In the storm they're one with all

Winds of change begin to blow

HUNGA BUNGA will not slow

From the darkness they emerge

With a power none can purge

Listen closely to the beat

Of the thundering giant's feet

In the chaos they will find

All the secrets left behind