Ancient watchers of land.
Shamans and mystics that knew.
The blood of serpents know.
Visions of future revealed.
Granted wisdom handed down.
A change in the winds coming.
A poison that awaits innocence.
A enemy that awaits vulnerable.
The white ghost appears.
Changing our perception & tongues.
Knowledge of old, is destroyed.
Grass burning tainted history.
Hidden from view, lost in ways.
People of the land, dis-abandoned.
Chained & shackled, slaves to evil.
Foreign magic weapons displaced us.
Killed by monsters, hunted by thy gentlemen.
Disease & hatred born within country.
Devils from another land.
Have taken sacred ground.
Such is the way, such is this reality.
But we are still here watching..
Beneath the ground, and above the trees.
We watch:

The blood on our shores.
The spirits misplaced.
The judgement unknown.

Fought against our foe.
Forbidden magick against our odds.
Fight for blood v blood.

Eagles hawking loudly.
Ravens picking bloodly.
Serpents slithering loudly.

This is sacred country.
But they cannot see.
We will endure.

Wise crow man's banter has faded.
We fight an unbeatable enemy..
We live and love this land, father sky.

The poison of dead shamans..
Will mutter though lost tongues..
The knowledge of our people..
Will return to its roots.

Standing on cursed tainted soil..
The dead tortured spirits still speak..
Beneath ground they appear, and chew my ear.

I remain to still hear his voice,
Dead souls watch from ravens eyes...
And still bite from black eyes...

I am warned, you are 'watched'

The sand runs thick with dried blood
The standoff verses the calculated culling
The Ambush of thy conquering gentlemen

No chance
No future
No outcome
No Victory

It's just the sands drinking up the naive blood
Soaking up silenced bodies

The ants tear away at what's left
As the sun dries up the remains placed at the quiet shore..
Their spirits travel across the secret red desert
Armed with a deadly plague of morbid pain and sorrow..

So who is left to tell this story?..
Only the spirits left in sands of red
The black ink stains these walls as a bleak reminder
The bones of the ancients still speak
To those who choose to listen
The separate islands of domination
across the sacred forsaken land
Lies hidden secrets.. treasures of the soul

Invisible phantoms lie beneath the rocks
To eat those who approach the shores without invitation
Our ink still sticks to your open walls of solid concrete

Watch me float away in the nightly breeze..
I am a mortal man, but with crow like wings..
A witchdoctor's eyes, dark magick lies inside
Treasure your golden hopes and dreams..
Fly far away from this stolen dream..

Lizards crawling along the desert plains
Skeleton remains of the last remaining few..
The snakes slither along the dried corpse
Tribesmen gather their people, to begin ceremony..

Shake away the unwanted ghosts
Shake away the unnecessary guests
Shake away the trembling goosebumps inside...
Cleanse ourselves of the invaders!

Watch the masses gather in numbers..
Armed with war paint and naked spears..
Prepared to fight for their lands and rights!
Unknown invaders, we cleanse you of our land!

Mortal men fighting tooth and nail
Their wings are cut, and replaced with boats.
Treasure your stolen rifle, and smoke lost tobacco
Fly far away from these tainted lands..

Feral dogs and cats are what remain,
Tearing at what's left from the native chain
Snakes and Lizards understand Man's lingo..
Skeletons begin dancing on this sacred grave.

Shake away this tainted blood
Shake away this troubled guilt
Shake away the evil spirits that remind us..
Cleanse ourselves of this mess...
Of.. which they have created.

Forgotten Warriors..
The People of the native lands...
Tainted.. lost..
Silenced by oppressive fear and death.
Yet, their spirits are still here..
Alive in the soil,
Amongst the silent night breeze,
The leaves that fall from the gumtrees
You'll see their faces in the morning fog
If you open yourself to the dreaming
Become whole with the land
&
Shall your spirit appear the same!