At dawn’s first light on the Great Plains vast,
They stood unbroken, proud and steadfast,
Crazy Horse, fierce and wild, gunpowder in his eye,
Sitting Bull, wise and strong, under the endless sky.
Guardians of the sacred land, defenders of the free,
Voices of ancestors, whispering through the trees,
They fought to hold their homes, their spirit, their way,
In the face of invasion, they refused to sway.
In the shadow of conquest, they rose with might,
A unified front in the heat of fight,
At Little Bighorn, on that fateful day,
They rode into history, fighting for the right to stay.
Crazy Horse charging through the chaos, fearless and bold,
Sitting Bull’s vision guiding, stories told,
They led the charge, a fearless dawn,
Defending their people before the break of dawn.
Oh, spirits of the mountain and prairie wide,
Your stories echo through the centuries’ tide,
Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull, legends of the earth,
Forever in our hearts, music of rebirth.
Their courage shining bright in the night,
Standing for justice, standing for what's right,
Their names etched in history, proud and true,
Champions of freedom, forever anew.
They faced the armies, the guns, and the fire,
With unwavering faith, fueled by desire,
To protect their homeland, sacred and pure,
A resilience born of ancestors’ lore.
Their legacy, a symbol of resistance and pride,
Of standing firm, of refusing to hide,
Against the odds, they fought with grace,
Fighting for every spirit in that sacred place.
Though Custer and his men met their defeat,
It was the courage of the brave that couldn’t be beat,
A moment of victory, fierce and deep,
For those who dream of freedom, their spirits keep.
Their stories, etched in the stones and sands,
Inspire generations across the lands,
Guardians of tradition, voice of the land,
Their names live on, forever grand.
Oh, spirits of the mountain and prairie wide,
Your stories echo through the centuries’ tide,
Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull, legends of the earth,
Forever in our hearts, music of rebirth.
Remember their sacrifice, honor their name,
In the wind’s whisper, they burn like flame,
Guiding us through darkness to a brighter dawn,
Their legacy of courage forever lives on.
Their spirits dance in the land, in the air,
In every prayer, in every prayer,
Standing tall in history and lore,
Their stories of resistance forever soar.
Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull, legends wind and stone,
Their spirits forever in the song of bone,
Guiding us with their courage, wild and free,
Their stories live on eternally.
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