Indian girl,
Wipe the blood from your hands.
Take me from my grave,
Dust the love from my bones.
The moon and the stars ignite,
From the fire in our hearts.
And I've waited for you...
Praying for the reign,
High upon this temple.
She was cast down by her gods,
But her bones are pure and simple.
Indian Girl,
Wipe the blood from your hands.
Open your heart to the sky,
Take me from my grave.
The sky grows colder now,
I miss you tonight.
I've waited until you found me.
I feel your spirit around me...
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