We sent our best to fight
On the floor of U-ne-gas’ court.

We are the children of the sky
And the day was passing fair.
But our best failed.
Not with the garbled lawless;
But with the great white warrior,
Who eats our children
Spilling blood to the U-ne-gas' god
Who does not fear the sun.

So much blood upon the U-ne-gas’ court.

*Note Unega means White in Cherokee