Civilians are all dead now
My armyjacket got ripped
The striker in a bed now beneath the men lie dead
They tried to all forget it
But I never think I will
I get up feeling down
Wished I had turned around
And I fight my way back to the fort
Back to the fort
It echoes all tomorrow
Hate has come instead
The songs will all bring sorrow
The Indian-girl says
«The States are growing big now»
«Who cares about the rest»
I get up…
The axes are all laid down
The opressed fought and begged
Please treat her well
The major ??? (go to hell)
The little pinned-boned soldier
Was far too scared to stay
So he screamed
I get up…
The ??? major’s adjutants
All loved to see more blood
Were so ??? senceless
She’s still lies there in the mud
People have forgotten
The ??? massacre
I get up… (repeat)