Ancient Laws, Tribal Ways

by Brahm Stuart

Forty days and forty nights, the desert wind it feels alright,
Forty nights and forty days, ancient laws - tribal ways.
Caravans from foreign lands, bringing gold across the sands,
Wars and boundaries have we made,
Ancient laws have been obeyed.

Open up, spirit sky, praises be to kingdoms high,
We are all chosen ones, praying to different sons.

Following the customs old, the laws that bind our peoples' souls,
Blinded by the desert haze, ancient laws - tribal ways.
Allah sees, Jehovah too, He knows me but He knows you,
Peoples' Gods must be praised, ancient laws - tribal ways.

Nations made of twisted minds, hatred of an ancient kind,
Lurks inside the souls of men, tribal ways we must amend,
Allah lives, Jehovah too, you kill me and I'll kill you,
Codes to live our fathers gave, ancient laws - tribal ways.

Open up, spirit sky, praises be to kingdoms high,
Come together see that we are different branches on one tree.