The moon rises behind a setting sun Winds blow out across the plains Me, I'm looking out through iron bars I miss my family once again Spirits walk across the desert floor Wolves are howling out their names They took everything that I had known And called it the progress of change Take from your brother now what you will Pick up your guns and make a stand They took my pride, well, after they stole my land They left me with dust in my hands Paint your face for war and commerce Saddle your horses for the ride Across the desеrt to a brand new land They sealеd your promise with a lie Take from your brother now what you will Pick up your guns and make a stand They took my pride, well, after they stole my land They left me with dust in my hands Take from your brother now what you will Pick up your guns and make a stand They took my pride, well, after they stole my land They left me with dust in my hands