Before the water was poisoned and the river ran dry before the forest was exploited and left alone to die before the mountains were mined and the soil was drilled we were here and we live still!
Feel the breath of the wind and the river's cold life blood generations born of ash like seeds of the pinion Salival revival;
we sink our teeth into stolen tongues communicating through the ages our language makes us one
The markings etched in stone call my spirit home the swamps become sagebrush but we're still weaving ducks
I contemplate existence gazing up at stars I survived the heat I survived the scars
A rare glimpse into the world in the sky far form city lights I hear isha'mu cry
The mighty freezing river bathes my naked dreams I can see your smile you are here with me
I no longer serve the god of death and loneliness where suffering, not goodness makes one's own holiness you worship a corpse shrouded in a tomb you sing a lament obsessed with impending doom
I can feel my creator in an icy spring rain on a hot summer night pondering an open flame under harvest moon as the autumn winds bring change in the stillness of the winter as I reclaim my own nameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
