Текст песни Burning Warriors

Oh old sitting man Your feather won’t be drowned Oh wild sacred land Your feather won’t be drowned Oh red clouded body Your skin reveals your woe Rolling down the mountains You will catch the storm I’ll be back to haunt you I'm coming Without any answers Your feather has been drowned Oh howl! Burning warriors Your feather has been drowned You don’t feel any pain Scattered in the snow A blight on this country That they never owned I’ll be back to haunt you I'm coming