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