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Coming home from sacrifice to meet our long-nosed wives

 Rifles in the twisted canyons summon their surprise

 Waking up the silent breeze puts shivers in their hearts

 Crazed to death by casualties the calvary departs

 We are the red men

 Feathers-in-our-head men

 Down among the deadmen

Um-pow-wow!

 In bitter stars that cast their shrine upon the wilderness

 Rabid eyes of shamen flood the moon's descending crest

 Creeping in clairvoyance painted savaged are drawn

 Lost in dire sacrifice to dance and die at dawn

 We are the red men

 Feathers-in-our-head men

 Down among the deadmen

Um-pow-wow!

 I was born to walk on the plains

 I was born to run in the hills

 I was tough enough to spawn and die

 Towards summer's end

 And as you walk through the arid wilderness

 You can hear my battle cry

 We were torn from shackles and chains

 We were born to run in the hills

 We were tough enough to spawn and die

 Towards summer's end

 And as you walk through the arid wilderness

 You can hear my battle cry