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My Grandfather told me one night long ago

the land of my people would turn into stone, into ash

Destroying the future and covering the past

His old eyes were closing, his light growing dim

the Earth opened up, swallowing him, gray and cold

I did not understand, how could I know?

I hear my ancestors calling to me

a voice on the wind, and a song in my dreams, far away

in between the night and the day

I feel a change in the wind and the rain

the hawk speaks to me and she tells me her pain, stay away

blood like a river will flow here today

My mother the Sun and my Sister the moon

look down on my now on this cold afternoon, as I wait

all of the good things have fled from the place

As the men enter the valley below

my friends by my side, and my hands on my bow, be my guide

Don't turn away from me great Father sky

Sister moon shine on me, no man can stop me now

You can't kill me