You have made my life dark with sorrow.

You killed the child of my heart.

Why not kill the father?
But wait a little and when I am dead I will call my people to come and they shall hear me in their sleep and come to avenge the death of their chief and his son.

Yes, Sir America, my spirit will make trouble for you and your people, as you have made trouble to me and my people.

With the wizards I will follow the white people and make them fear me.