Processional
We come, we come to our council fire
With measured tread and slow
To light the fire of our desire
To light the fire of WoHeLo,
WoHeLo, WoHeLo

The light twinkling stars on high
Are whispering nature's lore
While all around us the soft winds sigh
And great Wokanda watches o'er
WoHeLo, WoHeLo
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