Indian brave riding hign on the plain
Mother earth hear your redskin son
Tell me why the white skin came
Bringing death with the crack of his gun
Medicine man sing your song do your
Dance in the the light fire
Throw your bones in the dust you we
Trust to rid us of the fork tounge liar

Great spirit in the sky above
Hear us in our time of need
Bad medicine slaughtered
The buffalo on which we feed
We leave behind our sacred ground to
Fight for freedom with bow in hand
Once peacefull now driven to war the
Blood will spill and cleanse the land

Cry of the redskin
Cry of the redskin

Take my body to an indian grave
Let the sun scorch the buffalo hide
Sacred ground is where i must lie
When the redskin warrior dies
The women wail they tear their clothes
Another brave is laid to rest
With a knife my brother cuts his chest
Revenge before the blood has dried

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