Enemy

Calling all strength of my ancestors

This little Indian is ashamed
She never knew her name;
Apachu

This little Indian has been lost
She never knew her cost;
Apachu
Many dead Indians

Fight with stones and prayers
The enemy
Stand on bones against thieves
The enemy

When this little Indian’s feeling tired
She thinks about her blood-fire;
Apachu

When this little Indian’s getting weak
I remember I can do anything;
I’m Apachu
Many dead Indians

Kill or be killed... liberty
The enemy
Starve or freeze, but be free
The enemy

This little Indian
This little Indian
One little Indian
Two little Indians
Three little Indians
Many dead Indians...
(Martine
Perico
Chihuahua
Kaetennae
Cochise
Naches
Toos day zay
Geronimo
Alchesay
Sanchez
Taza
Eskiminzin
Victorio
Chato
Tzoe
Mangas Colorados
Benito
Nosey
Zele
Loco)