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Nicolet / Marquette

To become the sons of our unrest

Rivers belabored by tidings of trade…furs for white men

Filled with fear a savage song

Today, sung in the mourn of utter destruction

Into a mind

Where time forgoes these passages

Unfetter the past, set fire to flesh, be free

Harness the power

Sing these songs

For elementals veiled

Our hearts return to that moment

The calling down of spirit to hand

A witness to the setting sun

The passions ignite the sullen land

Death grows out of the horizon

The calling down of spirit to hand and the Thrust of Trades to Oblivion

And they will go that distance

To sever agreements, to devastate roots

To postulate they’re own reprieve

And think that severed limbs sprout new branches just for them.

O’ dream thou setting sun

Nightmares spawn under feeble sovereignties

Where deceptive assimilation pulls the reins

The past lives on in the trials of blood

Thunder in the hearts (of those) who make this return