Gaze upon the heavens   The sky cracks wide open   Storm clouds filled with lightning   As thunder is rolling   Day of judgement on us   The white dogs come crawling   Stricken down by lies   Their forked tongues are talking      Fires burn the prairie   Herds of buffalo thinning down   Spirits carry my body across the divide   Armies raiding the village   Blood of warriors spilling out   Days of Indian Summer return   Time to die      Round us up like cattle   And lead us to the slaughter   Spreading your diseases   With wiskey filled water   Tribal customs dying   Remind us of our shame   Justice will be served   When our lands are reclaimed      On and on and on and on   We go   To live another day   To our gods   We pray