Not Until the Earth Drinks of My Blood

Not until the earth drinks of my blood Will I surrender. Not until the winds Carry my soul to the Shadowlands will I cease to give battle for the land that is ours. Not until the sky removes his frown; no, Not until the trees whisper again will I bury my hatchet and polish my knife. Not until the fish swim with the current, Not until the bears climb down from the trees; No, not until this Winter retires to his cave, Until Spring splashes about in the sunshine again. I will not cease to tear flesh, to claim lives Until my own skin turns ashen, as The color of these alien Thunder-Bearers: And I feel my surrender drawing near As a thunderbolt strikes my breast, crippling me, But the earth will not take me yet, as I Launch a shaft through the pale thunderer's vitals. And no; not until the earth drinks of my blood will I surrender.