Come to the ritual, they say it'll save our souls Make the demon go away - not so grim and cold Come and meet your maker, come and sing his praise Dance onto your death, dance onto your graves
So you've come to give your life to a god with a knife (But guns strike back at you) You beat the earth with blood and toil Dust rises and when it falls... (Death shall greet you all!)
Fall to the sound of thunder Cracks the sky it rains Your gods are crying blood Red stains the earth and it's stench Lurks up from the blood stained death!
So your sons and daughters lay there dead And old you watch in fear and dread Yet those who escaped the fire Will live to tell of the Ghost Dance Liar
But don't believe this story's new It's going on and always will The greater force subjugates the meek One day the strong will be the weak
Come to the ritual, they say it'll save our souls Make the demon go away - not so grim and cold Come and meet your maker, come and sing his praise Dance onto your death, dance onto your graves
So you've come to give your lives to a god with a knife...