He was born free, wild, among the trees Washed by his father's blood Fed with hate against the white man Revenge at any cost The Great Spirit has touched his fierce soul Now he leads the clans A scarlet shade soon will wet our lands It's pale faces' end Great thunder rides upon your face From the high sky hailstone protects you Hoka hey! The river will turn red Fellows, today is a good day to die Hoka hey! Let's fight without regrets, The Great Spirit embraces us all "My lands are where my dead lie buried" In this you believed Your spirit rides free like the wind Without chains A white owl is watching over you Crazy horse the one who will be carved in stone Hoka hey! The river will turn red