white heat.. was on

our tracks

the four-legged on

the run

white heat.. on our

backs

burning like a

sun

we walked.. walked

til there was no-where

left to go

we walked.. many fell

down

bloody in the

snow

white heat.. was on

our tracks

and growing to a

flood

white heat.. on our

backs

and growing to a

flood

we fought..

fought

til there was no-where

left to go

we fell... a pool of

red neath

passing wheels in mud

and snow

black elk...