War Chant

I can feel the pain from your arrow
I can taste the fear that we gave you
On the wings of dreams I will fly
Up above the clouds so high
In the spirit of the fight
A wounded warrior dies
I wish I, I could ride your white horses
I dream that I can stand on higher ground
Wounded warrior
On the wings of dreams I will fly
Up above the clouds so high
In the spirit of the fight
A wounded warrior dies