Blackened antlers on lightened skin
 A misty haze and drums within
 This valley deep and wide across
 Green hued eyes like fresh grown moss
 Peer about this darkened land
 A wild home for wild men
 And women fair and strong and brave
 The ones who's honor they keep and have
 This paradise of ancient lands
 Beliefs and customs, sword strong hands
 With weapons high and trumpets blare
 And hair grown out and skin so fair
 Though you may be extinct today
 Our people live your honourable way

In memory of Brett Vale