This is the ballad of Fallen Timbers
Where the river runs with our blood
This is the song of Little Turtle
The war-chief of men, called Michikinikwa
Into the northwest of the new world
Where their white blood still stains the sky
The native riots awakened the dawn
We fought, you've paid for each brother who has died
Fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire!
No retreat and hold the line
Keep the lands the spirits gave us
Impetuous, the lonely fury of the steed
In the sign of the eagle and wolf
Reveal to the world!
Ride the sky with the moon, your faithful bride
Til the end of my life, there's a promise I will keep high
Kiche Manetoa
Guide my brothers to my side
On the banks of the west
In the middle of the night
Kiche Manetoa
Bless this river and our fight where we'll die
Where the river runs with our blood
This is the song of Little Turtle
The war-chief of men, called Michikinikwa
Into the northwest of the new world
Where their white blood still stains the sky
The native riots awakened the dawn
We fought, you've paid for each brother who has died
Fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire!
No retreat and hold the line
Keep the lands the spirits gave us
Impetuous, the lonely fury of the steed
In the sign of the eagle and wolf
Reveal to the world!
Ride the sky with the moon, your faithful bride
Til the end of my life, there's a promise I will keep high
Kiche Manetoa
Guide my brothers to my side
On the banks of the west
In the middle of the night
Kiche Manetoa
Bless this river and our fight where we'll die
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