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Stormwitch - Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat) Stormwitch - Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat) | Autor hudby: Stormwitch | The sun is awaking,
the fires glow down.
The spirit has spoken,
the token was found.
Dance to the rhythm,
the beat of the drum.
Is shaking the mountain,
the war-song is sung.
Down on the barren plain,
the dust clouds rise again.
Just like the locusts
they're raiding our land.
Down on the road of thieves,
we watch our enemies.
Hate in our hearts
and guns in our hands.
As long the winds are free,
the white man shall bleed.
The Red Man's destiny
is up where the eagles retreat.
They've broken the treaties,
the papers were lies.
With finery and whiskey,
they've stolen our pride.
Plundering our holy hills,
the game was almost killed.
Buffaloes' thunder will never return.
Smoke signals rise and sail
over the iron trail.
Prior to the sunset
the tables will turn.
As long the winds are free . . .
Fast as the falcon we will ride down the hills
to the place of the holy fight, Soldier Blue in the arrows' hail.
Great spirit told us, we won't fail, wreaking vengeance.
On everyone who came and tried to make the Red Man run.
Woe betide the flood of whites that turned our days.
To deepest nights, you tremble and you cry for help.
When I draw my blade and take your scalp.
Just before the set of sun the battle's won.
The bloody work is done--Yeah.
Down on the barren plain,
the killing starts again.
Many have followed,
too many to stand.
Our tribes are doomed to death,
just like the freedom's breath.
Wires and stakes
in the heart of our land.
As long the winds are free . . . |
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