Run To The Hills Lyrics - Number Of The Beast - Iron Maiden

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, a stab in the back 

Women and children and cowards attack 

Run to the hills 

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Run for your lives 

Run to the hills 

Run for your lives 

Soldier blue in the barren wastes 

Hunting and killing's a 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 

Run to the hills 

Run for your lives 

Run to the hills 

Run for your lives 

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Run to the hills 

Run for your lives 

Run to the hills 

Run for your lives