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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