The bowels are made of steel We die enjoying the feel
Hey Chief, they've got my son
I don't know why they run
Into our lives in peace They smile in the middle of the street
Please Chief,
I don't want to die By my greedy fellows' hands
Please I kneel,
I hope that their pride Will avenge me my land
Chief, I shot a child A lot younger than mine
Show me God I need The tiny now steel
Hey Chief,
I do what I'm told I teach in the name of God
The blood displays my ink The lamb in the ram they steal
Please Chief,
I don't want to die By my greedy fellows' hands
Please I kneel,
I hope that their pride Will avenge me my land
Please Chief,
I don't want to die By my greedy fellows' hands
Please I kneel,
I hope that their pride Will avenge me my land
Please avenge me my land