The Moon rises behind a setting Sun
Winds blow out across the plains
Me, I'm looking out through iron bars
I miss my family once again
Spirits walk across the desert floor
Wolves are howling out their names
They took everything that I had known
And called it the progress of change
Take from your brother now what you will
Pick up your guns and make a stand
They took my pride, well, after they stole my land
They left me with dust in my hands
Paint your face for war and commerce
Saddle your horses for the ride
Across the desеrt to a brand new land
They sealеd your promise with a lie
Take from your brother now what you will
Pick up your guns and make a stand
They took my pride, well, after they stole my land
They left me with dust in my hands
Take from your brother now what you will
Pick up your guns and make a stand
They took my pride, well, after they stole my land
They left me with dust in my hands
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