Riding on the wind in a canyon we proceed
Near the river where we'll fight
Man father is a man who the people love
For his wisdom and courage
Nobody talks ‘cause nobody wants it
Everyone brings his bow
Arrows are ready, horses smell the danger
But we are right and we'll win

There is no one that remembers the past
Present is near and we have to pray

Spirits of the mountain
Protect our people again
Spirits of the mountain
Protect our land from white man

We left for vengeance, can't stop to see
While Wasichu devour our life
The battle of hundred killed in the future time
Will be remembered from everyone
From the stormy sky a rift in the clouds
Takes our power, keep us safe
And we feel the blood running
Through the veins like the ice on ice

There is no one that remembers the past
Present is near and we have to pray

Spirits of the mountain
Protect our people again
Spirits of the mountain
Protect our land from white man

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