Bodies Under the Falls - Panopticon

As the water passes over the rock bed

So gentle and quiet

You can hear their cries in the crashing water

Bodies dashed against the rocks below

Where ghosts at the galls roam

The blood stained soil

Their ancestral forest…

Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here

Forgotten

A nation left to weep

Like spilling water over the falls

The water passes over stone

Falling so far below

Split blood and splintered bone

Where cherokee ghosts roam

Pale faces in the mist

Demons who claim the mountains

Treading beneath looming cliff

The cool, still air permeating your skin

The rhythm of the water

Pounding the forest floor

Whispers to us

With the voices of proud warriors

«Overcome»

The treaty was broken

The land has been stolen

The forest is haunted

Softly whispering in the dead air…

The blood stained stones in the deep…

Morosely contrasting against appalachian green…

Flows into the river, whisked away…

Vengeance was claimed on that day

Bullets for every pale face

The price owed could never be paid

Sorrow fills the air

Where tribal souls sleep

Beneath the cliffs where ywahoo falls forever weeps…