No Reservation

Now take my hand and follow me back to my roots in this mad world

Slaughter, fighting, torture, the end of the reservation

There out on the plains the fires are burning
A meeting for war and destruction
They're talking with armies, the answer is blood
Don't think we've tried to avoid this

Hunger, sickness, stealing, weakness keeps the reservation

We've lost once again because of the treachery
The word wasn't worth any ones honor
Thеy talked about peace, thеy talked about food
But how could we believe them when we were bleeding

Slaughter, fighting, torture, the end of the reservation