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Heyoke

by Wounded Knee

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1.
1. Come In / Curley Come in enter the Badlands Territory of Men Stolen nation of suffer Sacred and unknown Let your feelings out of here Come in enter the Badlands Territory of men Stolen nation of suffer Sacred and unknown We will never know If there�s nothing more We can get to save our lives Wasting our souls Poisoning us all Set the fire all around Come in enter the Badlands Here the Reds were born Colour doesn�t matter Must be red in your soul
2.
Perceptions of reality (The Beast) As the light of the day Leaves its shining to the darkness I left my lucidity to something that I realize just after After, after... I drink and wait looking out the window Something strange grows A whiff a quiver My spirit flies on the wings of an eagle I feel my body far away from me It's like if every little noise Did find a secret way to me Suddenly fear attacks my mind My soul is gone and I am going too Words are like images that Lighten faster than the speed of light Colours change The sight of my inner-self Returning fast to reality I'm ready soon to catch my dreams And to return again To float into my senses C Perceptions of reality H Colours of irreality O The cold of wind R Breezes my lips but I can fly U Perceptions of reality S Colours of irreality Now I'm flying now I'm flying Fear becomes happiness Objects are moving all around C H O R U S : I take my bike and go away I feel as if I'm motionless And limpid sounds in circles movings Spiral of rainbow whirling in the air As the light of day Steals its shining from the darkness I regain my lucidity From something that I've not yet realized
3.
Red stained childhood The light of the morning sky Knock at your door The whistle of the wind Ravish your dreams Voices from the street Surround your nest Like a cricket you wake up Ready to start the game Jump and raze across fields Play the game of olds Descovering secrets of war Pretending they're only lores Sailing the seas of grass I flied All around destructions of war I ask way? A lighten draws my view What is this? It looks like a pen But burst like a bomb Blood red paints my eyes Vertigo of pain I'm dry The boundaries of sanity I see The light of the morning star Will shine no more The whistle of the wind Became a tempest of pain Voices into my head Surrounding my grave We're children victims of war Won't sigh no more I've been watching along So long into my memories Darkness is the only thing I see Left alone in a corner My life is marked by your greed Your shitty medals Can't heal my wounds I can only hope that You don't make anyone suffer like me Red stained childhood The war took its toll
4.
Achtung Banditen! Vivi e lascia vivere Chiunque ti lascia vivere Ma fai morire chi ti fa morire Impotenza dammi la forza di giudicare La giustizia che da sentenze di morte Io ripagherò ripagherò Stai spogliando di vita Il corpo nudo della mia donna che Altrimenti non mi avrebbe lasciato mai solo Con la rabbia della mia impotenza Che mi da la forza dell'esistenza IL loro nome sta' sopra tutti Adesso è tempo della ribellione Raccoglierò la loro morte Nel mio nome che spaventa troppo Sugli scalini della tua ipocrisia Io salgo verso la porta della sofferenza E quando ascolto il silenzio IO posso sentire le loro voci Spezzate dalla violenza del boia C IL loro nome sta sopra tutti H Ma il mio nome spaventa troppo O Adesso è tempo R Di cambiare direzione U E' tempo di cambiare S Le sorti del destino Cinquantanove persone Uccise come bestie Uomini colpiti e percossi a sangue Donne violentate col pugno d'acciaio Il sospetto è la scusa Per alimentare la tua fame di sangue No banditen Partizan C H O R U S
5.
Apo-Logy 07:57
6.
Anna-Mae 06:53
Anna-Mae In the land were witch-hunt is a law You've got to fight to save yourself Especially if you are a redskinned girl After Wounded Knee in '73 Became a legend in indian movement F.B.I. Plays the card of slander To denigrate C H O R U S Anna-Mae One day Anna-Mae disappear After a strange phone-call to her sister Talking nosense She was terrified C H O R U S Anna-Mae Anna-Mae I know you didn't lie But lies betray you Anna-Mae who killed you is free Free to kill again Anna-Mae I will never forget that day Two months after you disappear They found your body Lying on the prairie The dirty joke of federals wins We forget the sense of our fight She died for our dream C H O R U S Anna-Mae Anna-Mae died for our dream
7.
Sententia 12:08
Sententia Standovi un limite Infra l'infine et il finissimo Entrambi percipendo sono Et lo limite mio specchia Coccige et legno Et ai frati carnefici Caco denso il mio senno senza nesso Et il supplizio dei sensi Non ha senso Et ai frati carnefici caco merda Mi si cali dalla corda Chiedete e vi rispondo Dieci cavalli bianchi Calate questa corda Mi dolgono li fianchi Ho fatto tanti libri E poi me l'han cambiati Io non vi fici niente Non mi ammazzate frati Sento le corde stringere ancora Il Papa è immantinente Il capo dice fate Ma esso non fa niente Non rogo ma prigione Coloro che inquisitomi Mi hanno qui trasposto Condito per l'arrosto Non cuoceranno spiedo col mio olezzo Che si pensavan forse Ch'io era coglione non rogo ma prigione Avendo fatto il pazzo Per ore trentasei Se l'è scampata bella Tommaso Campanella Nell'anno del signore Millesei

about

All the fellows that we wrote about represent, for us, the true meaning of the Lakota word Heyoke. They struggled hard and sometimes they died only because they did believe in what they do. Always against the costituited power. Always and only to defend themselves, their ideals, their populations.

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released January 1, 2001

Heyoke is produced by Aldo Bonanno & Wounded Knee
Recorded and Mixed at A.M. Studios Loano by Alessandro "The Beast" Mazzitelli
All Music written by Wounded Knee
Words by Davide Galletti except Achtung Banditen and Sententia by Marino Giusti

Paolo Ferrarese Vocals
Filippo Cantarella Keyboards and Violin
Fabrizio Bonanno Guitars
Davide Galletti Bass and Backing Vocals
Maurizio De Palo Drums

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Wounded Knee Onzo, Italy

Wounded knee, Italian metal progressive band since 1994.
members:
Daniele - voice
Davide - bass
Fabrizio "Bonalien"-guitar
Mauro -drum
Discography
Wounded Knee (1997 pickup records)
Heyoke (2001 ABrecords)
Ol3mare (2006 ABrecords)
Diffido (2008 Injun rec)
122 Lune (2022 Injun rec)
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