Spirits of the native warriors
Lupine moon
Across the plains the echo blows
Whispers of battles past
Of genocidal bloodshed
Resisting to the last
Whispers of battles past
Of genocidal bloodshed
Resisting to the last
The whispers speak of courage
Of dignity and pride
Defenders of their culture
Of family and tribe
Warriors of honor
Fighting to the death
Defying the invaders
'Til they'd taken their last breath
Expansion of brutality
Manifest at any cost
Murder of identity
A history is lost
Hold on to tradition
Passed down from ages old
Learning of the heritage
From tales the elders told
Fearless in defiance
The warriors stood their ground
Gathering strength from the spirits
To cast their enemies down
They came in greater numbers
Shooting fire from their hands
An overwhelming wave of force
Too powerful to withstand
Honorless opressors
Hunting them like game
An enemy that knew not
The boundaries of shame
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