We're the people of the plains We're the true Americans Here we live and here we die Our land Come and face us, yellow hair See our feathered pride See how the red man stands See how we die
Painted faces, battlecries Watch out, white man, time to die Painted faces, battlecries Today you die
No more hunger, no more strife No more fear, it's time to fight No more running, time to stand Life is precious, life is land
Fire and smoke rise in the sky Our brothers come, their women cry Eager young warriors sharpen their knives The dance of death, fire in their eyes
[Spoken:] And all the nations shall gather, from the Black Hills to the mighty rivers: Sioux, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, Shoshone, Cree, Cherokee, Many warriors for the final battle
We shall overcome We shall finally be free We shall crush the white man We shall regain our lands
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