Black Elk from Dust Unit by Dust Unit

BLACK ELK

There ain't no grief a fine tale can't heal
warmth is a truce in the middle of the iced wind
and I wonder of an easier time, of righteous men

We all need friends old timer, said the gold seeker
cavalry's coming, the machine gun from east
wild devil's paradise, the hell of a just man

Gold seekers raped the land and killed the man
while the old forest burns along the road

There is a yellow stone beneath the mountain
wolves in a sheep clothing come and spill your blood for
and i wonder of an easier time , of righteous men

There ain't no grief a fine tale can't heal
unless you murdered one hundred thousand souls
a western nation is born on a bloodshed
and black elk cries