Iron Maiden - Run to the Hills [The Number of the Beast] (1982) | Текст песни

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• Iron Maiden
• Run to the Hills [The Number of the Beast] (1982)

White man came across the sea, he brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed, he took our game for his own need
We fought him hard, we fought him well, out on the plains, we gave him hell
But many came, too much for Cree, oh will we ever be set free

Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes, galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes, fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back,woman and children and cowards attack

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

Soldier blue in the barren wastes,hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men, the only good Injuns are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold, enslaving the young and destroying the old

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives

Yeah-eh-eh-eh!
Oh-oh-oh-yeah!

Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives