Far across the barren plains Near enemy territory I hunker low with a tomahawk in my hand Hunting down vicious villains to carry out my revenge Those relentless thieves who stole our land!
No one will survive our curse Bones, scalps, we wear as crowns
Native apparitions dance a tribal rite Chanting beneath the blood moon Mighty ancestors we offer you this flesh Skinned from our uninvited guest!
Our burial grounds have been desecrated We cannot rest until we curse more men The war is not over in these grim killing fields Soaked with Native blood, we will be back again!
No one will survive our curse Bones, scalps, we wear as crowns
Native apparitions dance a tribal rite Chanting beneath the blood moon Mighty ancestors we offer you this flesh Skinned from our uninvited guest!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
