Iron Maiden - Run To The Hills

White man came across the sea, brought us pain and misery

He killed our tribes, he killed our creed, took our gain for his own need

We fought him hard, we fought him well, out on the plains we gave him hell

But many came too much for Creole Will we ever be set free?

Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes Galloping hard in the plains

Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them early long game

Murder for freedom, a stab in the back Women and children

And come and attack!

Run to the hills!

Run for your lives!

Run to the hills!

Run for your lives!

Soldier blown in the barren wastes

Hunting and killing for game

Raping the women and wasting the man

the man, waiting on Indians to attain, selling them whiskey and taking the gold, and slaving

the young and destroying the old.

Run to the hills.

Run for your lives.

Run to the hills.

Run for your lives.

Yea

Runs, run to the hills

Run for your life