| Glory is on our way
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| Worship the sun, great spirit.
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| Born of the mother earth,
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| Seek for the true white brother.
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| We are the chosen people, give back our sacred land.
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| We are the four grandfathers, a destiny for man.
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| It is written in our prophecy,
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| That we shall find the true white brother,
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| Who will help us, joined together, to build humanity.
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| There is a place for everyone.
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| We are the chosen people, give back our holy land.
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| We are the ever forest, we are great spirits hand.
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| She will call us soon,
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| She will shake her body,
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| Bringing your land to ruin.
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| Why will the world not hear us?
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| We are most ancient teachers, we know great spirits plan.
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| We learned by natures secrets, the inner side of man.
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| We are the chosen people, give back our sacred land.
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| We are the four grandfathers, a destiny for man. |