Out on the plains where vultures fly and young men die Peace is lost nowhere to be found The fields are bleeding silent as the white man steal and burn our homes Lives are lost our braves and squaws have died For our land and pride they'll die! Fight and kill the ironwheel defending ourselves from their steel Ironhorse! Fight and kill, hunt it down Great spirit will bring them to kneel Ironhorse! They came to rape and burn, if we don't make a stand they will return Our pride is our armour, by arrows and hatchet they'll learn They wait for our surrender with firepipes in feeble hands Scalps we shall take, we charge them with fury and hate For our land and pride they die! Fight and kill... Black clouds pounding rain in the night Solid steel on winding trail carry on... The ironhorse is coming...the ironhorse is coming With hair in the wind we fly the shaman sing "let white man die" Tribes standing firm the warrior spirit burn Painted for battle we stand the ironhorse has raped the land Shout at the sky bring them death in return For our land and pride they die! Fight and kill...