Red dust settles on the mountain high
A people cry when will this stop
They took my land and now my dignity
Not even tradition have I got

Screaming from within a bottle no one hears my muffled cries
From a leader of men to this, living hell; this liquid spirit is now my guide

Many will dance into the fire as the flame of injustice burns
An old warrior says he is tired, you see, as progression wares him down

Tears of many wash the homeland, as the rain comes tumbling down
A tribe of old is in the minds of the few they left behind

Free me, from my chains of sorrow and walking on this crooked path....