They lived as tibes,every season
Their warriors went out to hunt
They shared their prey so no one
Had to face the hunger
The buffalo skins,sheltered them from the cold
Their bones a sign of victory
Wisdom of the expelled
Can you hear their cries run silent
Millions and millions of moonsets
´Till they lost power and home
Mother earth devastated
All indians lives destroyed and burned
Their warriors slaughtered
Women and children tortured...
No more Sioux,no more Cherokee
The white man showed no mercy
A few survived the massaker
No sense in living at all
And a questions remains
But the answer can´t be found
Wisdom of the expelled
You know what I mean
Can you hear their cries run silent