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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!