Tekst
For many years my people walked this land on ehich i stand
I pray no more whitre men come to soil this holy land
Pontiac, gather xour men and meet me down below
Until they learn, they must pay with the seeds in life they sow
Holy Land
I'll fight you with this arrow in my hand
Holy Land
Running from the valley to the sand
Now get away, i'll slaughter all i find on this frontier
No more to say, no answer or excuses will i hear
I'm ottawa, i've com to make you pay for what you've done
I will not fall, not before your brother or your son
Holy Land
I'll fight you with this arrow in my hand
Holy Land
Running from the valley to the sand
On my way, i must erase your poison from this land
I'm here to stay, eradicate your seed with my bare hands
Holy Land
I'll fight you with this arrow in my hand
Holy Land
Running from the valley to the sand
