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