Barren hills of darkened earth

Recollections young and old

Butchered, scattered manifold

Faded footprints in the snow



No demi-wolves with piercing eyes

Appear with painted masks of war

Now still and calm conquer these hills

Where once the rivers flowed with blood



In the midst of the shimmering frost

Where the tree of the sacred lie dead

To defeat all the lies and the tears

Hear the galloping ones ride through hell



How time forgets this sanguine creek

The heaped, the scattered, butchered ones

Their voices chanting narratives

Their movements hail to ghostly pasts



For demi-wolves still roam the skies

Coyotes, vultures at their side

One thousand horses ebony

Ethereal in phantom flight



As the chanting of Elders grows fierce

And the menacing wolves circle prey

To return to those glorious days

Hear he galloping ones ride through hell