Stones to break the shields Run over Liquid fire guns Exploding When black smoke rises will you rise? Will black smoke heal your broken lungs?
The voice of my land echoes along the riverside From mountain top to mointain top hear this sound The voice of immortal spirit not ever given up From mountain top to mointain top hear this sound
As with your brother you stand Smoke is the weapon of truth And the sky painted red This path is sealed with black bones
In search of harvest from withered soil Refound this long gone glory
My belief be my witness, I see the Smoke awakes sleeping ground Oh mother, give me wisdom Oh mother, give me faith They left me the only way