Under the raven's eye

One

Sapping swamp heat clouds the mind to hidden dangers

Enemies lie withing the marsh

Mercy is shown to the runaway

In the dead of night, we emerge from slumber among wading birds

Never to be bound or yield to rusty shackles

Out of many who fled have emerged one

Long hollow canoes deceive the ranger sent for us

Encroachment by the white man must be fought

Surging across the barren openness of the plains

Inching atop the cliff, a sacred wing draws his bow

Our people seek the flurry of thundering herds

Unbreakable will meets the iron of cannon shot

X marks the spot for prying foreign eyes

Chances to begin again far from home

Horses blaze the forests for the open plain

Eaters stalk through ancient rival lands

Yet resistance is not futile in the Badlands

Every band roars to the drum amid crashing thunder

Nimble steeds prowl the buffalo from thieves

Neighbors grow suspicious and envious

Eerie silence is broken by the march of war