Dawning of a Sombre Age
From the open range they hailed
Living free as the wind
Children of the vast plains
The hunter became the prey
As their land slipped away
Into the bleeding horizon
Empty promises of snake tongues
Poisonous, venomous lies!
Dawning of the sombre age
In black the days were hung
When ancient ways denied
Struggling in chain and in shackles
Refused the native tongue
Losing identity
Once of pride and of power