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On this horse

I sunder through

Thick air and land of dreams

Who am I?

What am I?

But the Shaman trust in me

The remedy is running now

But we have lost our God

Can't be the one you think you are

The tribe was born

The Indian tribe was born

On the mount I'm standing tall

The clouds are coming for me

I'm on another plane

But the horse abandoned me

I returned inside myself

Tears falling down my face

Can't have much space

Can't have it all

I will die again

Can't be the one you think you are

The tribe was born

Indian tribe was born

Can't be the one you think you are

The tribe was born

Indian tribe was born

The Indian tribe was born

Born!

The Indian tribe was born!