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What's the price of progress?

Are you up to pay?

Ready for the Slaughter?

The colonel

Of savages pain

No regrets in your deeds

The expancion is a need

We're not a dying breed

Our chanting just won't cease

The storm is brewing

The gears are grinding

The guns are locking

The end is coming

Inside the woods we hide

From the infernal strike

Facing the white mans might

Raising the fists to fight

Bullets whistles without end

No one will hear their screams

The end justify the means

A thousand cuffs won't do for them

Under the nation's flag

We being to wreck

Cut indians necks

The bodys split in half

*For one Thousand   to dozens *

Thats how they deal with numbers

Hear the roar of thunder

While they pilage and plunder

And what about the story?

*You're not even sorry *

All in the name of glory

Lost in a memory

We will avenge our land

Take matters on our hands

This is our final stand

Return to dust and sand

Now it's our time to strike

No surrender we fight

You'll see the spirit's might

We'll take revenge tonigh