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For many years my people walked this land on ehich I stand I pray no more white men come to soil this holy land Pontiac, gather your men and meet me down below Until they learn, they must pay with the seeds in life they sow Holy Land I'll fight you with this arrow in my hand Holy Land Running from the valley to the sand Now get away, I'll slaughter all I find on this frontier No more to say, no answer or excuses will I hear I'm Ottawa, I've come to make you pay for what you've done I will not fall, not before your brother or your son Holy Land I'll fight you with this arrow in my hand Holy Land Running from the valley to the sand On my way, I must erase your poison from this land I'm here to stay, eradicate your seed with my bare Letras de cancioneshands I'm Ottawa, I've come to make you pay for what you've done I will not fall, not before your brother or your son Holy Land I'll fight you with this arrow in my hand Holy Land Running from the valley to the sand From Letras Mania