Thunder of the Buffalo

How they rode, in silhouette against the sky
Through the land of spirits, their ponies fly
Lord and masters of , a silent endless space
Death was was their companion, a breath away

Following the thunder of the buffalo
Following the thunder of the buffalo
The world would tremble where they’d go
Following the thunder of the buffalo
The rolling thunder, the thunder of the buffalo

Warrior nation, bound by ties of blood
Too late they saw the coming of the flood
A raging deluge headed from the east
Then more ghosts heaped upon, the pile of history

Disappeared as the land ran red
A nation was replaced
But some nights I swear I hear
Men and ponies joining in the chase