Strength lies in Buffalo
for our young to eat.
Spirits, as my guides,
bring back buffalo.
And the hunt continues.

Tracks in the wet mud
lead to wood and iron paths.
Loud cracks in the distance reverberate,
like lightning hitting ground.
And the hunt continues.

As the metal beasts roar,
I hide in fear and shame.
The buffalo picked off,
now there remains one.
And the hunt continues.

Revenge sears through our minds.
We sleep through the night.
Hungry boys and girls pray,
for buffalo.
And the hunt continues.

Valuable meat vanishes.
We meet strange people.
They give us two choices: stay or starve.
And the hunt continues.

Earth dries in dust.
We choose to stay.
No more buffalo.
We starve.
And the hunt has ended.