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None of us will soon forget |
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The Day before those things arrived |
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In the Churchyard on the hill, |
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A man had just buried his bride |
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She returned that day, alive. |
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There's a silhouette on the horizon |
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Like an evil stain on the rising sun. |
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And as it approached, we saw it was her. |
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And her eyes were red, |
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She said "You're all dead!", |
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Then collapsed down to the ground |
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As if somebody cut her strings. |
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Fear and anguish reigns |
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Ever since they came. |
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We used to walk the streets of town |
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Now we know we never will again. |
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Suddenly over the hill |
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A dog lets out an anguished howl |
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There ain't a beast this side of Hell |
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That could've brought on what befell that hound. |
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He was torn from limb to limb. |
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There's an evil stench creeping on the wind. |
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Reeks of pestilence mixed with death and sin. |
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From over the range that is where we found |
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Scattered on the ground, fifty heads of steer. |
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But what's real queer; |
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We searched all around |
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No other part was found! |
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Fear and anguish reigned |
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Ever since they came. |
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We used to walk the streets of town |
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Now we know we never will again. |
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Some say from the skies they fell. |
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Others claim they came straight from hell. |
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Some swear they are from the dark, |
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Yet others they believe they came |
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From our angry hearts. |
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And tonight we ride |
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Out of desperation. |
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For the mountainside, |
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Towards the reservation. |
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See if they might know |
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How to stand the tide. |
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Yet when we arrived |
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They turn their heads, |
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And the chief said: |
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"Now you know how we felt |
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When the white man came!" |
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Fear and anguish reigned |
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Ever since they came. |
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We used to walk the streets of town |
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Now we know we never will again. |
