Cannot be heard in echoing songs, when the full moon in shadows cast. The ancient Red Road of truth, something we know only to well. As our children begin to understand, these are the things we will tell. Our Braves they fought for peace, hopeful they could hand down. Such a blessed way of life, that lay upon our sacred ground.
Grandfathers speak much wisdom, love in their hearts for mankind.
Knowledge they seem to know, plans of the Sky Father's design.