When Laylawala made her sacrifice
She gave with her whole heart her offering
the mighty Thunder Dragon of the Falls
Hinun, the Serpent God of ancient time
the Ongiarra tribe renewed. The drums
echoed across the rainbow bridge of mist.
Enveloped in a shining cloud of mist
He witnessed Laylawala’s sacrifice
her beauty echoed in His heart like drums
compassion was her greatest offering
the Thunder Serpent took her for all time
to be the Bride of Hinun of the Falls.
Another of the tribe went down the Falls
wailing as he was swept away in mist
his name and rank forgotten for all time
Father? Lover? Brother? his sacrifice
the Thunder Lord took as His offering
accompanied on the banks by drums.
The sickness in the tribe announced by drums
was healed by Hinun, Dragon of the Falls
when Laylawala made her offering
and wedded Hinun in the rainbow mist
the Ongiarra maiden’s sacrifice
was handed down upon the winds of time.
Cultures, like seasons, disappear with time
the harsher sound of Iroquoisin drums
made mockery of ancient sacrifice
and sealed both God and Bride within the Falls
receding deep within the rainbow mist
they slept–until awak’d by offerings.
Another tribe has made their offering
empowering Hinun in our modern time
the Serpent and His Bride flow through the mist
rejoicing in the sound of Pagan drums
the Lord and Lady of Niagara Falls
renewed by those who keep the sacrifice.
Maid of the Mist, accept my offering!
your sacrifice remembered in my time
drums once again are heard around the Falls!