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The Black Hills of Dakota

by T


OH DISTANT LANDS I CALL FOR BELONGING
SINCE THE BECKONING OF THE GREAT SPIRIT.
GIVE MY CHILDREN BACK TO ME
THOSE THAT DID DWELL IN THE PURITY OF MY ETHER
AS THORNS TO THE WAICHU
THEY WHO’S INWARD PATHS I MOVED WITH JOY

AS SOFT A MOCCASIN IN TRAILS OF TEARS
TO HEAR THIS...
ABOVE ALL MISTRELS... COME HOME
LET THOSE MISTRELS CARRY YOU BACK HERE
TO THE LAND OF YOUR FATHER WHERE THE FOREST BREATHS

THE SUN DANCE FLESH DRAW NEAR
GATHER THOSE 100 PIECES AND RETURN
THE BULL THAT SITS...YOUR SPIRIT RAGES

IN THUNDEROUS SILENCE
AS PRESERVED IN THE TAPES OF THE TOTEM THEY CHANT
TO ME...TO YOU...MY WARRIORS

COME BACK TO ME
RED OF SOUL I AM LAKOTA
ALWAYS...BLACK HILLS OF DAKOTA

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