Dark Quarterer Crazy White Race
A night without moonlight
A night without dreams, concealed by darkness
we'll move like a spirit condemned to kill
The ambush is ready, the ambush is today
We'll fly on their heads
Like an eagle on its prey condemned to die
Help me Manitou, help us Manitou
For every woman, for every child
For every injustice, all mexican soldiers will pay with their lives
pale-faces are rabbie, pale-faces spit lies
promising a peace for our people
but they always put us in jail
kill them Manitou, kill them Manitou
When will our old days return
When will the blood be shed
Be just of bisons and bears
When will my revenge subside
Then we'll return to our free green lands