To the lowlight muses
With a charmed confusion
Let the way be hinted
For the sake of kindred
The generations
We rushed them
Unknown again
Unstudied and afloat
And left with weak hope
To the chief and champion
Of this ancient canyon
Let your reign stay stinted
For the sake of kindred
Wanna win us back
With our rage intact
Be a friend in fact
To the mild
You've conjured notions
Of honor
Beyond repair
And longing for a mark
To aim for in the dark
To the chief and marshal
With your grin so artful
To the leaders minted
For the sake of kindred
Take me on your path
With my fear intact
I will have your back
When it counts
