Indian Summer 가사

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