The warriors are prepared to resist,
Yellow Bird blows on an eagle-bone whistle,
A gun is drawn, a swift reply,
The ghost dance and the last hope die.
Those who fell to the white man's lies must not lose the fire that burns in their eyes,
The voices of thousands who struggled and died must soon rise in judgment of white genocide.
Sha, sha nu mi,
Sha nu mi, sha nu mi.
The warrior's left to freeze in the snow,
Dignity here lies buried in snow,
Four babies, after three days found,
Bury my heart alive on the ground.
Those who fell to the white man's lies must not lose the fire that burns in their eyes,
The voices of thousands who struggled and died must soon rise in judgment of white genocide.
