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