They're comin' back to take your lives,
they're comin back to kill your wifes.

Out on the plains, they scream their names,
Eagle's Eye and Silver Fox will surely rule the games.

Indian troops of anger,
running down the plains,
running for your blood.

Taking back what is their land of birth,
flee for your lives,
the Apache's revenge.

Engaged by flames they show no fear, no,
all white men will make them dare.

Apache, spirits calling your name,
Apache, am I going insane.