Track.9: Great Plains
Lyrics by Andrew Hogarth.

Land of flowing rivers. Mountains and open spaces. The Great Plains calls out my name. A ghostlike nomadic culture. Of people that are still with us. Invaded by another breed of man. The northwest winds still sends chills. Twist and cast their cold spells. Their land is still the same. * Driven by natures hand as if life had just began. The Great Plains engulf the warrior spirit found in everyone. The eons of time will change nothing. Only stones remain undone. And in time the strange man of the Oglala’s will return. Bison returned to their home. On grassy plains once their own. An epic story of a land. Markers of heroes dot the land. The Plains call to all spirit of man. A true freedom born of pain. A place so many hold dear. Smell burning sweet grass in the air. Embrace the magic found there. * Driven by natures hand as if life had just began. The Great Plains engulf the warrior spirit found in everyone. The eons of time will change nothing. Only stones remain undone. And in time the strange man of the Oglala’s will return.