I ride with Dark Cloud, The son of Yellow Moon. We seek the rest of our tribe. Our hunting party returns to find our tribe is gone.The truths, the forked tonuged White Mam lied.
So many dead, They even kill our children. What cruel beast, could take such innocents away. The blood of the children cries out for justice. Great Spirit let that be today.
I, a brave for many years. Fought in battle hand to hand. But when I fought. I didn't do it with children. I fought a man. Oh what kind of serpent, would to such levels go?
So soon we will look into the cowards eyes. Only to slit their throat. And when the battles won.With your scalp in my hand. A smile on my face I'll gloat.
I don't want anymore or less. Than what was taken that day. My wife my children dead on the earth. Their blood covering the ground. A plant now grows, a new birth. Gunfire the only sound.
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