Dawning of a Sombre Age

	From the open range they hailed
	Living free as the wind,
	Children of the vast plains
	The hunter became the prey
	As their land slipped away
	Into the bleeding horizon
	Empty promises of snake tongues
	Poisonous, venomous lies!
	Dawning of the sombre age
	In black the days were hung
	When ancient ways denied
	Struggling in chain and in shackles
	Refused the native tongue
	Losing identity
	Once of pride and of power