El Malpais from El Malpais by Jim Younger's Spirit

From behind the coal-black rock
I saw a young man in gray
His horse gave out, his fellows rode away
And the braves were creeping up on them

The white man’s war has reached El Malpais
The land of frozen fires
Gray and blue uniforms sneaked into
The land of frozen fires

He’s sitting near a deep water hole
Dead animals bathe in the once pure waters
There’s nothing but silence
And he’s looking all around
He’s looking all around in fear

The white man’s war has reached El Malpais
The land of frozen fires
Gray and blue uniforms sneaked into
The land of frozen fires

Can he feel the demented souls
Of those who passed here long ago?
Is he afraid of the Spanish friars
Searching for the seven cities?

The white men crossed la Jornada del Muerto
They’re drunk on blood, we’re drunk on life
In the land of frozen fires
In the land of frozen fires

They say we’re cruel and remorseless
But I remember nights flaring red
With burning pueblos

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