Coming home from sacrifice to meet our long-nosed wives Rifles in the twisted canyons summon their surprise Waking up the silent breeze puts shivers in their hearts Crazed to death by casualties the calvary departs
We are the red men Feathers-in-our-head men Down among the deadmen UM-POW-WOW!
In bitter stars that cast their shrine upon the wilderness Rabid eyes of shamen flood the moon's descending crest Creeping in clairvoyance painted savaged are drawn Lost in dire sacrifice to dance and die at dawn
We are the red men Feathers-in-our-head men Down among the deadmen UM-POW-WOW!
I was born to walk on the plains I was born to run in the hills I was tough enough to spawn and die
Towards summer's end And as you walk through the arid wilderness You can hear my battle cry
We were torn from shackles and chains We were born to run in the hills We were tough enough to spawn and die
Towards summer's end And as you walk through the arid wilderness You can hear my battle cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
