The Last Tribe

And no one shall mark the grave of the last man...

The chieftain stares into the fire

A shadow of a tear upon his face

He's not really wise or old, no gets old no more

He just happens to be leading

The remnant of the race

And he knows not all will make the night

He knows this time they've lost the fight

Some still speak of the flower-tribe

Who laid their weapons down, and tried

To live in peace, but were overrun

When greed replaced need

Then fast downhill it went from there

Until all the land was bare

Now they cower in the moonless night

And pray they'll see the day

Lesser sons of greater sires

Bearing wood to their own pyres

One of them may look towards the sky

And raise his broken voice to cry...

O, Mother Earth, how could we forget

The gifts you gave, the things you let

Us do to you, to live off you

And dance beneath the stars

O, Mother Earth, how could we have known

The love you gave's not lightly thrown

Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons

Or have your peace once we are gone

The hunters tell of a place they've found

Where paper stands in leather bound

Filled with mystic signs

That none now can unwind

And one who says he's very bold

Claims he's seen a chest of gold

But the others say such things are vain

They give no shelter from the rain

The vulture riding winds up high

Espies these wicked creatures die

From time to time his blood will chill

When he hears their song from hill to hill

O, Mother Earth, how could we forget

The gifts you gave, the things you let

Us do to you, to live off you

And dance beneath the stars

O, Mother Earth, how could we have known

The love you gave's not lightly thrown

Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons

Or have your peace once we are gone

When all again is wrapped in green

And the balance is restrained

None will recall the sad laments

Of dethroned kings of yore

O, Mother Earth, how could we forget

The gifts you gave, the things you let

Us do to you, to live off you

And dance beneath the stars

O, Mother Earth, how could we have known

The love you gave's not lightly thrown

Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons

Or have your peace once we are gone