Routes

A black snake beneath the ground

Extinction dripping from his mouth

Poisons water, hearts of men

Who choke the sky and rape the land

A legacy of endless greed

And manifested destiny

Draws a map of stolen names

The truth is known but nothing's changed

But on the bitter winds, we fly

(I come to you, I come to you)

To where the seven fires burn, we ride

(To stand with you, to stand with you)

A hundred years and more have passed

Since blood was spilled that greased the grass

Across the river hired guns

Are standing on a hill of bones

They built a deadly liquid road

A deed to that which can't be owned

Beneath the eyes of iron hawks

I stand with those who won't be bought

Yes on the bitter winds, we fly

(I come to you, I come to you)

To where the seven fires burn, we ride

(To stand with you, to stand with you) (We ride)

A black snake beneath the ground

Extinction dripping from his mouth

Poisons water, hearts of men

Who choke the sky and rape the land

To the sky, voices singing

On and on, never ending

In the night, drums are beating

On and on, never ending