In sacred ceremonies
Our spirits attune
Our medicine men
With ancient healing art
Harvesting nature's gifts
A connection to the heart
In the depths of history's pages
A tale of darkness spans the ages
Guardians of knowledge
Secrets untold
In our hearts
Their wisdom forever dwells
Our hearts beating
To the ancient tribal song
In the shadow of oppression
We stood strong
Listen closely
To the echoes of the past
The spirits of the savages
That forever last
Savages they called us
But we held the key
To ancient wisdom
Lost in the sea
From tribes of old
With spirits bold
Through slavery and invasion's rage
We fought to preserve
Our sacred heritage
For we are the storytellers
Their legacy compels
Be my lover, be mine
Be my lover, be wild
Through blood-soaked lands
We've endured the pain
Preserving our wisdom
Like fire in our veins
Through stolen lands
And stolen lives
We saw through
The deceitful's guise
The chains of slavery
They tried to bind
But our spirits
Couldn't be confined
In the face of war
We fought with pride
To protect our culture
In blood with unify
Be my lover, be mine
Be my lover, be wild