The red men.
Here they come,
Here they come.
You can hear the pain, from far away.
We know where they’ve been
Torturing those poor men.
Only demons,
Or perhaps monsters,
Dressed like them.
We ask ourselves
What they seek
Even though we see
The blood and tricks
Here they go,
Here they go.
With no one but death as a friend
I wonder why they left,
I wonder if I’ll ever see them again.
I can only hate,
Those red,
Red men.
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