When the course of history has been told

Let these truths here carved be known:

Conscience dictates civilizations live

And duty ours to place before the world.

A chronicle which will long endure

For like all things under us and beyond

Inevitably we must pass into oblivion.

This land of refuge to the stranger

Was ours for countless eons before:

Civilizations majestic and mighty.

Our gifts were many which we shared

And gratitude for them was known.

But later given my oppressed ones

Were murder, rape and sanguine war.

Looking from whence invaders came,

Greedy usurpers of our heritage.

For us the past is in our hearts.

The future never to be fulfilled.

To you I give this granite epic.

For your descendants to always know-

My lands are where my dead lie buried.

Chief Crazy Horse