snow white hills in south dakota
the cavalry is marching to the drums
five hundred soldiers with loaded rifles
surround the tribe of the lakota sioux
a prophet told his brothers from a vision
– the enemy will die by flood and fire –
a spirit has rose from its cradle
– a sparkle of hope in the dark –
a circle of the brave, hand in hand
– awakened by the rhythm of the ghost dance –
leftovers of the last movement
– testify to the final chapter –
after all the battle is over
An eerie silence lays over the field
nothing is how it was
still blood flows down the river
a shot came off in wounded knee
– seconds later they open fire –
chief spotted elk is shot at close range
– hundreds of his followers killed by guns –
a blizzard sweeps across the land
– dead bodies and wounded horses –
left by the army for a full three days
– shed warm blood is frozen soon –
after all the battle is over
an eerie silence lays over the field
nothing is how it was
still blood flows down the river
lyrics by Raffa