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 the stab in the back Women and children are cowards, attack Run to the hills 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 Indians are tame Selling them whiskey and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old Score_9_up, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, Masterpiece:1.3, best quality:1.3, ultra detailed:1.3, intricately detailed:1.3, 8k, UHD,high resolution, more detail, dynamic lighting, Rembrandt lighting, deep dof, , 1 female:2, solo:2,<lora:LCMTurboMix2fix:1>,<lora:LCMTurboMix2fix:1>, ,sharp focus, perfect hands, perfect face, perfect eyes, perfect light, dynamic light, natural light,high resolution, more details, 8k quality sober133