[Mother of--ffff! Miyabi jumps a little at the loud crash but still doesn't stop her song. Possibly in the back of her mind she wonders just what this song is, where she learned it, and why she's even singing it so well, but...eh, that's easily forgotten as she goes on.]

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon!
For whether we are white or copper skinned,
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain!
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind...