Run like oil paint on a new canvas
Old barrels and wagons
Rifles of the conquest
Feathers, beads and blood
Travel the spirit world
Giants come again
Posters of the wanted
Rewards and bounty hunters
Karma waits in the Northern Lights
Ghost warriors assemble in the desert
Peyote moss fields of gold
Medicine men chant
See the plains fill with buffalo
Visions of the pure mountains
Rivers flow like heaven
War of Angels on a cave wall
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