Just close your eyes, and listen.

Do lost voices fill your air? 

Yet through that hell, you glisten. 

Wind and feathers in your hair. 

You're truly royal.



I can hear them sing, 

(and laugh in the afterglow)



They can't steal your life and vibrance,

they won't live to hear you breathe. 

These bastard sons won't silence all of these kids, 

(these kids) Will watch them burn for what they did,

(bow to her) my Indian Empress. 



For the past and prisoned, those left for dead.

May the mother hold you that much closer.

May the beds be softer where you sleep, 

Rest young child your soul we'll keep. 

They've spit on the sacred, our elders and kin.

Dear god forgive me, they'll burn in their sin. 



You can hear the dead.

You just need to listen. 

We'll see how you like it…

Kerosene and maggots. 

Cage you up, cage you up,

and treat you like Animals.