Buffalo Riders

[Verse]
Hooves strike fire on the dirt below
The wind screams loud where the riders go
Bruised and broken but they never slow
[Chorus]
Buffalo riders chasing the dawn
Exhausted they push but the spirit lives on
Her face in the distance like a fleeting song
[Verse 2]
Ghosts of ancestors in the shadowed skies
Their whispers are chants as the eagle flies
The Great Spirit watches with ancient eyes
[Bridge]
Drumbeat thunder hearts pounding fast
The trail is endless but their strength will last
Through pain and smoke the future’s cast
[Chorus]
Buffalo riders chasing the dawn
Exhausted they push but the spirit lives on
Her face in the distance like a fleeting song

flute, native male vocals with drums, rhythmic, and chanting, male vocals, tribal, evoking a raw and primal energy