Out on the plains where vultures fly and young men die
Peace is lost nowhere to be found
The fields are bleeding silent as the white man steal and burn our homes
Lives are lost our braves and squaws have died
For our land and pride they'll die!
Fight and kill the ironwheel defending ourselves from their steel
Ironhorse!
Fight and kill, hunt it down
Great spirit will bring them to kneel
Ironhorse!
They came to rape and burn, if we don't make a stand they will return
Our pride is our armour, by arrows and hatchet they'll learn
They wait for our surrender with firepipes in feeble hands
Scalps we shall take, we charge them with fury and hate
For our land and pride they die!
Fight and kill...
Black clouds pounding rain in the night
Solid steel on winding trail carry on...
The ironhorse is coming...the ironhorse is coming
With hair in the wind we fly the shaman sing "let white man die"
Tribes standing firm the warrior spirit burn
Painted for battle we stand the ironhorse has raped the land
Shout at the sky bring them death in return
For our land and pride they die!
Fight and kill...
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