Ki'?nqalaLala Song

The sounds of the winter dance are heard wherever you are, great one.
H─üÔÇ▓mats'a cries are heard wherever you are, great one.
You went right up to the raven, and the sound of fighting ravens is heard wherever you are.
You went right up to the shutting mouth, and the sound of the hoÔÇ▓Xhok u is heard wherever you are.
You went right up to him who carries one corpse on each arm for you.
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