My Three Native Souls

I am the hunter, the one who gives to others

And my father is the provider, he is the chief of our land

My brother is the brave, who sacrifices to all, and I shall follow

In the depths of the land, the valleys below, the rivers run free

But my hope for eternity, my bones in the earth of my memories

Of the past, where we three shall die, our native souls never end

For we are the song, we are the wind, the breeze in the trees

And I will never forget my native blood, as it pours over our naked land

For all time we shall remain