Scalped

Far across the barren plains
Near enemy territory
I hunker low with a tomahawk in my hand
Hunting down vicious villains to carry out my revenge
Those relentless thieves who stole our land!

No one will survive our curse
Bones, scalps, we wear as crowns

Native apparitions dance a tribal rite
Chanting beneath the blood moon
Mighty ancestors we offer you this flesh
Skinned from our uninvited guest!

Our burial grounds have been desecrated
We cannot rest until we curse more men
The war is not over in these grim killing fields
Soaked with native blood, we will be back again!

No one will survive our curse
Bones, scalps, we wear as crowns

Native apparitions dance a tribal rite
Chanting beneath the blood moon
Mighty ancestors we offer you this flesh
Skinned from our uninvited guest!