The thunderbirds come from their forest of cedars,
The Thunder God roars as they hide the sun's beams;
The winds path I tread with their black wings above me, 
Yet fearless am I who have known them in dreams.

The swallows before and the bird-hawks that follow, 
They herald the storm and the Thunder Gods might;
Yet brave is my heart when his yellow eye flashes, 
And forth at my call comes the Maker of Light.

E tho he the tho!