Ballad of Dying

Do you care about what I tell
Would you dare to toll the bell
They used to live in freedom and peace
Then the white man came with a gun and they had to fall

Why don´t you fight back
There was no chance
Ballad of dying

Those white bastards came with a gun
And exterminated almost the whole red race
The red man knew how to fight
With his own hands, his own knives so they had to die

Why don´t you fight back
There was no chance
Ballad of dying

Geronimo come on stand up, you fought your battles so hard and bravely
But now your soul has to endure eternal pain
Die white man you put them down
Die white rat get away and leave them being