Post by blackcrowheart on Jun 13, 2007 15:11:57 GMT -5
Death Song Of A Warrior - Wyandote
A warrior sang his death song. He was not afraid to die by fire. His soul
went on to the Little People. The way was awful. But nothing can harm the
brave. The wise men said they would sing the song for him they wrote. And
they did sing it. I am in the land of mt enemies. I am a prisoner of war. I
am bound to a stake. My foes come around me to see me die. I hate them. I
defy them. I chant my song of death. Cowards, look upon me & learn how to
die like a WARRIOR!!!
You fear me. I am a real MAN!! I followed the warpath. It led me to your
towns. Many did I slay. Your chiefs did I strike down. I gave their bodies
to the wolves and to the birds of prey. Nothing do I fear? The fire is my
father. I am master of my own soul. Look upon me, you Cowards, See me
rejoice, See me die in glory, as a Warrior should die! I am a dead
Warrior. My soul rises from my body. It is Free...I journey...I stand by our
Grandmother...She is in the Great city built under ground by Se'sta. She
speaks to me of the Land Of The Little People. She directs me. She gives me
the torch of Heno.... It is a guide in the darkness. It is a weapon...none
can stand before it. She tells me the brave can never fail.
I take the torch. I go in Courage...I step forth on shown afar off the Land
of the Little People. Mountains rise before me. I approach them. I ascend
them. I see a broad valley of mystery & horror. Beyond that, terrible
mountains pierce the sky. They are lifted up and thrown down again to crush
him without courage.
By valor do I conquer? I pass over the frightful hills. I stand at the
border. At the foot of the tall rock a great black stream rolls. I stand
upon a crag...A river is under my feet. There is one more trail of my
courage. I look beyond the river of darkness. I see the l Land Of The Little
People. It is Beautiful ......... Great streams of light stretch across the
sky. They reach to the ends of the heavens, Courage rages in my soul. It
rises within me.
The black river thunders between its rocky walls. I come across it. It is
the stream of Death..............
With the torch of Heno I strike the Flying Heads as they come about me with
bloody fangs. And the serpent's do I strike with my might. They utter
horrible screams and flee away. I spring from stone to stone in the raging
river. The furious waters are about me. They hiss and boil. I leap
forward.... I come over upon the far bank of the mad raging river. There I
see my mother ...I see my father. I see all the Warriors of old. They
welcome me to the Land of the Little People. Then I turned to see the
terrible way over which I came into the beautiful land. I spread my arms and
cry, " Flee Away, Ye Monsters, and Be Gone Away"...For you can never harm
the Brave!!!!!!!
The Long way is nothing. The terrors are forgotten. Upon this shore I am a
God. I am in the Land of the Little People. It is mine from the beginning of
the " Lower World".
Indian Myths" by:Edna Clyne in 1928
A warrior sang his death song. He was not afraid to die by fire. His soul
went on to the Little People. The way was awful. But nothing can harm the
brave. The wise men said they would sing the song for him they wrote. And
they did sing it. I am in the land of mt enemies. I am a prisoner of war. I
am bound to a stake. My foes come around me to see me die. I hate them. I
defy them. I chant my song of death. Cowards, look upon me & learn how to
die like a WARRIOR!!!
You fear me. I am a real MAN!! I followed the warpath. It led me to your
towns. Many did I slay. Your chiefs did I strike down. I gave their bodies
to the wolves and to the birds of prey. Nothing do I fear? The fire is my
father. I am master of my own soul. Look upon me, you Cowards, See me
rejoice, See me die in glory, as a Warrior should die! I am a dead
Warrior. My soul rises from my body. It is Free...I journey...I stand by our
Grandmother...She is in the Great city built under ground by Se'sta. She
speaks to me of the Land Of The Little People. She directs me. She gives me
the torch of Heno.... It is a guide in the darkness. It is a weapon...none
can stand before it. She tells me the brave can never fail.
I take the torch. I go in Courage...I step forth on shown afar off the Land
of the Little People. Mountains rise before me. I approach them. I ascend
them. I see a broad valley of mystery & horror. Beyond that, terrible
mountains pierce the sky. They are lifted up and thrown down again to crush
him without courage.
By valor do I conquer? I pass over the frightful hills. I stand at the
border. At the foot of the tall rock a great black stream rolls. I stand
upon a crag...A river is under my feet. There is one more trail of my
courage. I look beyond the river of darkness. I see the l Land Of The Little
People. It is Beautiful ......... Great streams of light stretch across the
sky. They reach to the ends of the heavens, Courage rages in my soul. It
rises within me.
The black river thunders between its rocky walls. I come across it. It is
the stream of Death..............
With the torch of Heno I strike the Flying Heads as they come about me with
bloody fangs. And the serpent's do I strike with my might. They utter
horrible screams and flee away. I spring from stone to stone in the raging
river. The furious waters are about me. They hiss and boil. I leap
forward.... I come over upon the far bank of the mad raging river. There I
see my mother ...I see my father. I see all the Warriors of old. They
welcome me to the Land of the Little People. Then I turned to see the
terrible way over which I came into the beautiful land. I spread my arms and
cry, " Flee Away, Ye Monsters, and Be Gone Away"...For you can never harm
the Brave!!!!!!!
The Long way is nothing. The terrors are forgotten. Upon this shore I am a
God. I am in the Land of the Little People. It is mine from the beginning of
the " Lower World".
Indian Myths" by:Edna Clyne in 1928