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• Artiste: Running Wild
• Titre: Last Of The Mohicans
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"Today I buried my son. No father should bury his son, Especially, when he is the last of his tribe. Today my heart is bleeding!" 1757 the story began "Alice" and "Cora" and a British young man Ambushed they fall into enemy's hands "Magua the Snake" is taking his chance "Hawkeye" and the Indians right on his track Hunting Jim down in the attack "Magua" flees, becoming a ghost So "Fort William-Henry" a shelter supposed His soul's flying on the wind, The valleys to roam Free on the hunting grounds, "Manitou' gave him a home' He became the last of the Mohicans, When his son died in his arms He became the last of his zodiac of his tribe, When he buried his son in his heart All soldiers dead, the two girls are gone "Unkas" to follow to "Delaware's" home The sign of the "Tortoise" is saving his life "Magua" flees to make "Cora" his wife His soul's flying on the wind, The valleys to roam Free on the hunting grounds, "Manitou' gave him a home' He became the last of the Mohicans, When his son died in his arms He became the last of his zodiac of his tribe, When he buried his son in his heart Follow the "Huron", to bring him to death Grinding his tribe, taking its breath "Magua" is running and two of his men He drags along "Cora" right by the hand Right through the cave, abductors are trapped The death of the cliff is holding them back "Cora" is murdered so "Unkas" attacks By "Magua's" knife he's stabbed in the back 1757 the story began "Unkas" had died right at the end The "Mohicans" fade, the end of the tribe "Chingachgook" robbed of his pride His soul's flying on the wind, The valleys to roam Free on the hunting grounds, "Manitou' gave him a home' He became the last of the Mohicans, When his son died in his arms He became the last of his zodiac of his tribe, When he buried his son in his heart