The Last Smoke of the Sioux

They say the sky once spoke in red

That the mountains held a name no man could claim

And in the last smoke of the Sioux a curse was carved

Before the eagle broke its wing in the west

The Sioux carved a truth in a turtle's chest

Seven stars seven tongues seven lies

That would poison the pale man's paradise

They warned of a man with a cross turned sideways

Eyes full of steel and a tongue that betrays

He'd rise from the ashes of smoke and blood

Searching for gods in ancestral mud

The Black Hills whispered what time forgot

Buried deep with bones and a name they shot

He who finds it will drown in flame

For the spirits don't gamble they play endgame

The last smoke of the Sioux still rises

Written in dust where the wind disguises

He searched for the root but the root bit back

Now history limps where the prophecy cracks

1945 Berlin burns

But Adolf ain't dead just switched his turns

Fake teeth fake corpse plane to the coast

Where jaguars speak and the shadows boast

Colombia held the jungle's breath

And the mountains whispered secrets of death

He found the trail left by medicine men

Where ayahuasca opens forbidden pens

There he saw what the Sioux had hid

A truth too old for the human grid

A mirror of time no flags no guns

Just the judgment of a thousand suns

The last smoke of the Sioux still rises

Written in dust where the wind disguises

He searched for the root but the root bit back

Now history limps where the prophecy cracks

They say he died with his eyes wide open

Mouth full of soil hands still hopin'

Not in Berlin but beneath South skies

Where the jungle hums and the phoenix lies

So when you see the storm move in from the plains

Know that ghosts don't die they just change names

The fire still burns in the buffalo's breath

And the last smoke of the Sioux ain't done yet