Curley

The beginning was like a blow
Many soldiers came with guns
He called his warriors
"This is the hardest fight
It's a good day to die"
Like the vision he had seen
He rides Through soldier's fire
Bullets hailed near
But nothing can hit him
He shout the battle cry
Hoka Hey

C Screaming louder than thunder
H Hoka Hey
O The begin of the fighting
R Hoka Hey
U Count your strike on the enemy
S Hoka Hey

Get your scalp from his head
They fight for all day long
Cheyenne were onthe left
Hunkpapa were onthe right
Lakota strike again
Yellow hair is near to die
Sufference and pain
You make my tribe support
Your violence and sadistic spite
Conceil your lust for power
Too blind to see your death

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Ta-Shunka Witco
A name written in the air
A man Who only knew
Violence and deception
Due to "civilization"
Like the vision he had seen
A betrayal waits for him
The warrior's end is near
He said "Father tell people
That count on me nomore"

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