© [2025] #ByDOT🔥- All rights reserved. [Native American: "Heya heya, Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka" = A rhythmic tribute to the Great Spirit] She walks the dust, her feet are bare The sun has cracked the desert air A crown of bones, a cloak of flame The clouds remember her true name She lifts her arms to sky so wide She sings for rain, for love, for pride Heya heya, Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka! Mní wičhóni, bring the rain! Dance for fire, dance for light Call the storm into the night WíyakA rise, Sky Queen rise! Tears of heaven fill our skies! The spirits chant her ancient name The sky ignites, it weeps with flame She spins and calls the storm to flow The sacred drum begins to glow Feathers fly in wind so strong The tribe has waited far too long She stomps the beat, the Earth replies The rain is born from lullabies She breathes the storm, her eyes aglow And all the rivers start to grow Chorus (gentages med styrke) Heya heya, Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka! Mní wičhóni, bring the rain! Dance for peace, dance for right May her power light the night WíyakA rise, Sky Queen fly Rain has answered from the sky! Heya heya, Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka Heya heya, Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka Heya heya, Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka Heya heya, Wakȟáŋ Tȟáŋka © [2025] #ByDOT🔥- All rights reserved.
