I was in a burial party, way back to Wounded Knee,
Rock hammers and ice picks, to chip the dead ones free
After the massacre, the blizzard, they've been frozen to the ground
Mother, children and warriors we found them all around.
They were frozen in their agony or shock and terror has they fled
The army's giant Howitzers they sang their song of death
We found chief Big Foot, his scarf around his face
The ice was frozen blood, from neck down to his waist
Their bloody f
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