Quanah Un Rama Lyrics

Pronghorn running 'cross the dead salt sea
Mountains rising up like beasts
with horns like trees
Antlers reaching higher like a forest on fire

Buffalo bring low the thunderclouds
Lightning giving birth to holy sound
Strikes the ground, cracks the earth beneath
The Thundering Herd

See the pronghorn running 'cross the dead salt sea
See the mountains rise up like beasts
with horns like trees
See these antlers growing higher
like a forest set on fire

Will your black roots know our hearts in soil
Great horns blowing laying mountains low
White buffalo calls down the darkening clouds
"And upon his brow is set a crown... of fire"

Crowned in Fire

Crows and ravens try to eat the stars
Wolves are starving hunting down the moon in mars
They take their bites
and this eclipse foretells our doom

White winged buffalo tastes the lightning
And upon his brow beset a halo of flies
And so its told, so its Heard
This Thundering is of tiny wings
And bees made honey in his skull