So long ago, on a twisting road, walked the woman of the wolves and buffalo. By her side, song to the sky walked the man of the crow.
The land was dead, blood was shed, screams tore the silence of the rains overhead. Hand in hand, they blessed the land and left..
Never looking back, burned deep in their fire, the call of the wild, the Elders and sky brought them through
Now born in the new dawn, they carry on, they see and reach. No ocean can divide their peace and truth. The road of tears weeps though
Connected again, time made amends and took them in. The road became a sea, and the bloodshed became free, now they can love again.