There's a power in the Ghost Dance
And white men who recognize power, they know that hope can inspire more than words, but action – fire
Evil beyond
There's a light, it's crimson
Evil beyond
There's a light to find you
My need to bleed
My thirst, perverse
The land is full of scars, depleted and sour
No hope, we turn to hear the prophet
Imperial
Fading light
Imperial
The sacred tree is dead
The hoop is split, our nation scattered and gone
My dreams of hope, and unity fade
Sweep all evil from this fated land
Bring all people in with love and faith
Unity for all God’s children
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