We're the people of the plains 
We're the true Americans 
Here we live and here we die 
Our land 
Come and face us, yellow hair 
See our feathered pride 
See how the red man stands 
See how we die 

Painted faces, battlecries 
Watch out, white man, time to die 
Painted faces, battlecries 
Today you die 

No more hunger, no more strife 
No more fear, it's time to fight 
No more running, time to stand 
Life is precious, life is land 

Fire and smoke rise in the sky 
Our brothers come, their women cry 
Eager young warriors sharpen their knives 
The dance of death, fire in their eyes 

[Spoken:] 
And all the nations shall gather, from the Black Hills to the mighty 
rivers: Sioux, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, Shoshone, Cree, Cherokee, 
Many warriors for the final battle 

We shall overcome 
We shall finally be free 
We shall crush the white man 
We shall regain our lands