Lyrics:

Hey Mr. Custer, why d'you dare the hand of fate ? The claw of death waits to grab A golden medal, your honour idolized Your heard is Stone, your blood is iced Ceaseless rifle fire, blowing your dreams away The barrels're running hot, what a painful bloody day Last fight at Little Big Horn The hand of death was waiting To take the soldier blue away Last fight on Little Big Horn Where the last command was given And all soldiers fought in vain The soldiers're riding unprepared for the attack A touch of death, the shotguns crack The blood is flowing, the desert stand turns red Why did your lend them to this trap ? Ceaseless rifle fire, blowing your dreams away The barrels're running hot, what a painful bloody day Last fight at Little Big Horn The hand of death was waiting To take the soldier blue away Last fight on Little Big Horn Where the last command was given And all soldiers fought in vain