Into the badlands the whiteman came,
Killing from fear, what he couldn't explain.
Disease unknown to this virgin land,
Laid to waste with the gun in command.
From the steel rails the bullets did fly,
Shooting buffalo with a gleam in their eyes.
The sheer sport and the blood of the kill
Burning carcass's til they had their fill.
But the warrior lives again
And the nightmare's got to end.
The whiteman came and let his pain
But the warrior lives again.
The pain and the sorrow, rose with the sun.
Ending their dreams with a whip and a gun.
Stripped of their rights and their dignity too
Bound to be slaves, ready for abuse.
To the reservations the government sent
Fill up the prisons until they repent.
Now the land, that's all left
Will be taken back with another theft.
Rise, they rise! Time, their time!