Spirit warriors move softly
All through the shade
While the children are sleeping
They surround the camp
A delay, then the song starts
And through the end
Chanting, “d**h will come sweetly”
“as the wind, the bow, and the stone”
Until the fields are red with ancient merlot
Heaven helps a friend
Spotless and gleaming
They dream past their tents
With a crow as their armor
And snakes to defend
The fields that their fathers saw grow
Heaven helps a friend
Slain at the Altar
The vultures are stalking
They lay in the open
And the Earth is being fed by spears