Black Elk

Black Elk - Martin Rubashov/Anders Friden

You said

We're bound to wonder

Beyond the wild green yonder

Detail visions at a vivid mind

I keep follow you and running wild

A blue bird sings but I can't barely see it

Dark skies and the ache from wounded knee

I'm at a point without directions here

In a sacred manner and shapes of fear

Untill my last drop

Of blood I stilll believe that we belong here

Untill my last drop

Of sweat I swear I will find you somewhere

On dead trees like a outlines of a dream

They still stand like creatures from shadow land

Like the patrerns in the palm of my open hand

It all makes sense I finaly understand

Untill my last drop

Of blood I stilll believe that we belong here

Untill my last drop

Of sweat I swear that I will find you somewhere

Reach out to feel you know

I know I know I know that you know me

So breake 'em through

I know you know you know you know that

I know you

Untill my last drop

Of blood I stilll believe that we belong here

Untill my last drop

Of sweat I swear I will find you somewhere