By the swords of injustice,

And the wrath of promised lies,

Behind the shields of pride,

The native man dies,

Once grouped together,

Such an easy prey,

The slaughtering of huddled masses,

Is this my glory day,

Mine eyes are wide,

Now I see the way,

Let my judges succumb,

Drown and writhe in decadence and decay,

My heart is strong,

The lion dwells within,

My feet no more of lead,

I shed myself from sin,

The blue above,

Scintillating and bright,

Lights the path before me,

I shall prevail in this fight,

The shackles of my keeper,

Are my bonds no more,

Freedom is the Comanche soul,

This.........is my lore.