Indigenous

The sun will rise and with the wicked rain will come
 Purging from the earth those who have taken from her bosom
 At moonlight the wolves cry as the rain turns to hail
 Battering every home... Battering every sail
 You take from mother earth you give back in its place
 You take from the soil you grow that which will sustain
 Our people will survive for the respect we give her lands
 Our people will thrive knowing that it is she who commands
 Without the goddess of the sun the crops will never grow
 Without the goddess of the rain the waters will not flow
 Without respect for what our Mother Earth gives our tribe
 Without love for her gifts our people will not survive.
 A lesson is to be learned as you have forsaken her gift of life.
 A time has come to burn everything you have built with all your strife
 And when the darkness falls your blood will fill the grass
 And when the darkness falls you will understand the power
 of her wrath...
 RUN IF YOU NEED TO
 HIDE IF YOU HAVE TO
 SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO
 TO SAVE YOUR LIFE
 DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO
 CRY IF YOU NEED TO
 DON'T LET IT BEAT YOU
 TO SAVE YOUR LIFE
 FOR YOUR LIFE...
 FOR YOUR LIFE...
 FOR YOUR LIFE...