Split In Half

What's the price of progress?

Are you up to pay?
Ready for the slaughter?
The colonel
Of savages pain

No regrets in your deeds
The expancion is a need
We're not a dying breed
Our chanting just won't cease

The storm is brewing
The gears are grinding
The guns are locking
The end is coming

Inside the woods we hide
From the infernal strike
Facing the white mans might
Raising the fists to fight

Bullets whistles without end

No one will hear their screams
The end justify the means

A thousand cuffs won't do for them

Under the nation's flag
We being to wreck
Cut indians necks
The bodys split in half

For one thousand to dozens
Thats how they deal with numbers
Hear the roar of thunder
While they pilage and plunder

And what about the story?
You're not even sorry
All in the name of glory
Lost in a memory

We will avenge our land
Take matters on our hands
This is our final stand
Return to dust and sand

Now it's our time to strike
No surrender, we fight
You'll see the spirit's might
We'll take revenge tonigh