So Chief Sagebrush had send Gardush to Spirit’s End
The Shaman, Gardush, was to become a Spirit-Friend
White Hand Tribe of Red Orcs was threatened to Death
By an army of riders bringing settlers to the weird West
Gardush wore sacred gear, rattle and tomahawk in hands
Come on out ye coward spirits, or we’ll never be friends!
And strong Manitoba had heard him, as soon was clear to see
The dark elder specter promised to set all who die fighting free
So Gardush learned the warpath knows only gruesome ends
But those who fight with courage will for eternity meet friends
Gardush returned to the tribe sharing the spirit’s decisive news
Don’t ask where to flee, but what weapons you should choose!
The tribe came down on Fort Knightly in that same night
Only Death an option even wives and kids braved to fight