We’ve lived on this land since the dawn of time Our blood lies in the cold earth We grow crops in the soil and hunt the sacred game And honour its eternal spirit We take what we need as we need it from the land Benevolent, life providing mother The sun sets on the horizon, stars light up the sky It has, and always will be this way
So bury my body in the cold earth Return to the womb of my mother
One day some strange men came From the edge of the world Bearing gifts and talking of peace They gave us rods of fire that spat demons teeth And a nectar of bitter taste They demanded this land which is not ours to give And took the lives of all the animals My brothers and sisters we huddle, hide and pray To our mother, not their god for deliverance
And wait for a time to be born again When brother does not turn against brother
Why must they slaughter my mother? Is their god a god of love or hate? Is the world they come from barren? A lifeless, never ending plain of waste?
And I choose death through resistance And wait to be born again