[00:00.319]the last bison -Maroon[00:20.103]We fled in raining ashes[00:22.220]Crawled through burning trees[00:24.529]Our welts and tattood lashes[00:26.936]Left among the cypress knees[00:29.400]Gold a deep molasses[00:31.710]In up past our knees[00:34.49]Lure the hope of freedom[00:36.458]Awaits our weary feat[00:41.290]Twelve days and many nights[00:43.698]Led by eternal light[00:46.358]Into her arms[00:50.819]Darkness to match our flight[00:53.129]Free from the black and white[00:55.653]Into her arms[01:09.822]In the bed of the gods of old[01:12.53]Rise up above the free[01:14.511]There's cleansing fire flying[01:16.868]Higher than these hanging trees[01:19.277]Can't rest our gaze from freedom[01:21.684]Herald the heron's cry[01:23.994]We're in the throes of living[01:26.492]Alive for the first time[01:31.226]Twelve days and many nights[01:33.534]Led by eternal light[01:36.380]Into her arms[01:40.644]Darkness to match our flight[01:43.03]Free from the black and white[01:45.970]Into her arms[02:09.365]Twelve days and many nights[02:11.624]Led by eternal light[02:14.83]Into her arms[02:18.596]Darkness to match our flight[02:21.108]Free from the black and white[02:23.775]Into her arms[02:28.184]Twelve days and many nights[02:30.539]Led by eternal light[02:33.499]Into her arms[02:37.682]Darkness to match our flight[02:40.88]Free from the black and white[02:42.775]Into her arms