Letra de Run To The Hills (Live In Dortmund)
White man came across the sea He brought us pain and misery Killed our tribes, killed our creed He took our game for his own need We fought him hard, we fought him well Out on the plains, Dortmund (we gave him hell) But many came, too much for Cree Oh, will we ever be set free?Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom, a stab in the back Women and children and cowards, attackRun to the hills Run for your lives Run to the hills Run for your livesSoldier blue in the barren wastes Hunting and killing's a game Raping the women, wasting the men The only good Indians are tame Selling them whiskey, taking their gold Enslaving the young, destroying the oldRun to the hills Run for your lives Run to the hills Run for your livesRun to the hills Run for your lives Run to the hills Run for your lives, your turn (Run to the hills) Run for your lives Run to the hills Run for your livesThank you Dortmund, good night