Dawning of a Sombre Age - Falconer

From the open range they hailed

Living free as the wind

Children of the vast plains

The hunter became the prey

As their land slipped away

Into the bleeding horizon

Empty promises of snake tongues

Poisonous, venomous lies!

Dawning of the sombre age

In black the days were hung

When ancient ways denied

Struggling in chain and in shackles

Refused the native tongue

Losing identity

Once of pride and of power