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Days are grey in our dark streets

No more signs of native feet

Wolves are gone in reservations

Grass is dirty Grass is dead

Plains are empty Full of ants

We only see smoke and steel!

Pale face came with guns on hill

Bringing alcohol. Death and thrill

Killing buffalos for skin and tongue

Priest and soldier bring pervertion

Grass were oily News are bad

Plains are bloody full of bands

We only saw blood and steel!

Came Give

Kill my

take land

and nothing back back

Nowadays they still alive

Brave warriors armed with pride

Riding back the painted horses in the streets of our pale cities

Grass is growing silently

Plains are empty but we are young

We'll only see

Indian Nation Rise

take rape

Sin steal

Pack of lies Crucify

I don't know what justice is...