San Jacinto New Blood Version

Thick cloud, steam rising. Hissing stone on sweat lodge fire. Around me buffalo robe. Sage in bundle rub on skin. Outside cold air. Stand and wait for rising sun. Red paint, eagle feathers. Coyote calling, it has begun. Something moving in. Taste it in my mouth and in my heart. It feels like dying Slow. Letting go Of life. Hey now, wamditanka. Hey now, wamditanka. Hey now, wamditanka. Hey now, wamditanka. Medicine man lead me up through town. Indian ground so far down. Cut up land, each house a fool. Kids wearing water wings, drinking Kool. Follow dry riverbed. Watch scouts and guides make powwow signs. Past Geronimo's disco. Sitting Bull Steak House, white men dream. Rattle in the old man's sack sing. Look at mountain top, keep climbing up. Way above us the desert snow. White wind blows. I hold the line. The line of strength that pulls me through the Fear. San Jacinto. I hold the line. San Jacinto. The poison bite of darkness take my sight. I hold the line. And the tears roll down my swollen cheek. Think I'm losing it, Getting weaker. Hold the line. Hold the line. San Jacinto. Yellow eagle flies down from the sun. From the sun. We will walk On the land. We will breathe Of the air. We will drink From the stream. We will live. Hold the line. Hold the Hold line. Hold the line