| 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 |