Текст песни Running Wild - Little Big Horn

Hey Mr. Custer, why d'you dare the hand of fate
The claw of death waits to grab
A golden medal, your honor idolized
Your heart is stone, yout blood is iced

Ceasless rifle fire, blowing your dreams away

The barrels are running hot, what a painful, bloody day

Last fight at Little Big Horn The hand of death was waiting

To take the soldier blue away

Last fight at Little Big Horn Where the last command was given
And all the soldiers fought in vain

The soldiers're riding unprepared for the attack
A touch of death, the shotguns crack
The blood is flowing, the desert sand turns red
Why did you lead them to this trap?