We came
By the rising of the river
On a river with no name
In the summer monsoon rain
To wash away luisa's bones
From the ghost who guards her grave

She lays by the ride of firing anvils
In a house with cast iron gates
And underneath red candles waits
For her killers to come home and
For a fine revenge to pay

She goes for a ride
On these hills they are blind
Copper steel iron ore
Fifty years maybe more
Searching in the mine
One half century of lies
You can see on the horizon she is soon going home

You take the road I'll take the river
You bring the fire I'll bring the jewels
And in the evening underneath the roaring sky
We will meet and wait and pray for the monsoon