Navajo

Torn seams, Young pride

Raised on horse hide

Wolves teeth hawkeye

Eight feet ten high

In the meadow, in the dark

we drink the blood from their hearts

we drink the blood from their hearts

Hard feet cold knives

Led by moonlight

four sons four wives

In the meadow in the dark

we drink the blood from their hearts

we drink the blood from their hearts

Everything's better in the dark

we drain the sun from the stars

we drain the sun from the stars