THE BIRD OF WAR
On mighty pinions flying,
The Bird of War, the Bird of War!
I shout to the skies!
In triumph I shout!...
The hollow sky answers me back....
Men live not forever,
Men battle and die....
Like eagles their souls ascend the hollow sky.
The warriors pass,
The young men pass....
In his place I cannot see him....
In the night I hear him crying,
In the night I hear him pleading....
The spirit stars are rising....
When they dug up my bones they painted them red....
Red was upon my body when I died;
I cannot forget how it was when I died.