Washed from Caustic Songs by T.G. Olson

Grasslands roar with hoofbeat thunder.
Arising from the burning Plains.
The Prairie Sea torn asunder. Sights we'll never see again.
Wagon ruts scar the landscape. Smoke pours from a long black train.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. Carrying a heavy weight.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. The game is over, nothing remains.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. Carrying a heavy weight.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. The game is over, nothing remains.
Cattle ranches and corporations. Fields growing poison grain.
A bloody minded profanation build upon Indigenous pain.
In a trance, hallucinating. There's gonna be Hell to pay.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. Carrying a heavy weight.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. The game is over, nothing remains.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. Carrying a heavy weight.
Forgotten ones of this Nation. The game is over, nothing remains.

• Rock
• ambient
• desert rock
• doom
• drone
• metal
• United States