Iwaidja, in phonemic spelling Iwaja, is an Australian aboriginal language with about 150 speakers in northernmost Australia. Historically from the base of the Cobourg Peninsula, it is now spoken on Croker Island. It is still being learned by children.
Iwaidja has three vowels, /a, i, u/, and the following consonants:
Iwaidja has extensive morphophonemic alteration. For example, body parts occur with possessive prefixes, and these alter the first consonant in the root:
Both the words arm and to be sick originally started with an /m/, as shown in related languages such as Maung. The pronominal prefix for it, its altered the first consonant of the root. In Iwaidja, this form extended to the masculine and feminine, so that gender distinctions were lost, and the prefix disappeared, leaving only the consonant mutation—a situation perhaps unique in Australia, but not unlike that of the Celtic languages.
The Iwaidja languages are nearly unique among the languages of the world in using verbs for kin terms. Nouns are used for direct address, but transitive verbs in all other cases. In English something similar is done in special cases: he fathered a child; she mothers him too much. But these do not indicate social relationships in English. For example, he fathered a child says nothing about whether he is the man the child calls "father". An Iwaidja speaker, on the other hand, says I nephew her to mean "she is my aunt". Because these are verbs, they can be inflected for tense. In the case of in-laws, this is equivalent to my ex-wife or the bride-to-be in English. However, with blood relations, past can only mean that the person has died, and future only that they are yet to be born.
Archangels In Black
The sun is dying day by day
After the rain, before the pain
Dead legions storming on the way
To the war, Roar to better slay
I can barely see the end
May the angels look for me
The Armageddon legacy
And if I see the stars above
Then I will cross my arms in peace
Be with me, at my side
Don't leave me take me away
Masses are coming from the north
The undead smiles behave with pride
Now hords of doom announce the end
I'll meet you some day farwell
I can barely see the end
May the angels look for me
The Armageddon legacy
And if I see the stars above
Then I will cross my arms in peace
Be with me, at my side
Don't leave me take me away
And if the sun cries forever
Then I will mourn those glorious days
Be with me, at my side