(Verse 1) Surface cuts deep, buried above, below, Truths never late, tales of murders gone cold. Pride in our freedom, running man's goal, Warpaths credited, with treasons untold. Treaties broken, corrupted authorities, Liable to values, as the grass grows with ease. By the river, where heaven's protection bestows, Human soul's pastouwin, in life's circle it shows. (Chorus) Oh, the northern lights dance, in an ancient trance, Cree First Nations, keepers of the expanse. With every drumbeat, hear the soul's advance, As the stories unfold, in a sacred glance. (Verse 2) Corpses in masses, sheets covered in blood, Murders gone cold, our spirits in flood. Pour out for the powers, Cree spirit free falling, Motherland we stand, promised to hear nature's calling. Cree spirit hills, motherland we protect, From lakes to hills, where rivers flow unchecked. The heartbeat of Earth, in rebirth's perfect blend, In the circle of life, our stories never end. (Outro) From the past to the present, our voices rise high, In the rap of our people, under the northern sky. Cree spirit's resilience, in the land we roam, In the rhythm of life, we find our true home.