I rode to my homeland and carried the memory over the valley below and the heart of a nation the war cry was blazing and the loss of my brothers and sons were all in the name of civilisation the empty moon saw I was leaving with pride and hope in my heart the mountains talk of faraway dreaming so came the invasion across from a faraway place into the new world with guns and new order they gave us religion then took away all of our rights and forced us to live behind their new border the four winds blow and bring a new vision where children laugh without fear the land will speak and people will listen but yesterday my life was fading with every reason to die ten miles to the north as I rode my red horse in the dying sun and then when I saw the white soldiers one hundred or more in a line kill for the land saying their law will stand what kind of God do they see? What kind of god can this be?