Stormwitch Cheyenne (where The Eagles Retreat)
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 . . .