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