Go And Get Him, Then

A mind was made to have a man;
Friends plucked by thieving fingers one by one.
He’ll be none the wiser to his loyal men,
Not so loyal with blood at the tip of their nose.

Go and get him, then
You know where he resides
Go and get him, Red
Have him by his sides

And Red dragged him; no friends in this place
Sinister plans give rough sounds at the backs of throats.
Touch him light to keep the mystery not yet here,
Soon enough, friends, our way will be had with him.

Hold him tight, then
Point his face to mine
Hold him tight, men
He has yet to resign

A flash of light in his knowing eyes, about to break.
The knife from his shirt his final fight.
Disheartened at the fall of his hand in the eyes of friends,
Grinning lustily and their intent to clutch hard a life.

Stab his back, then
Let his crimson blood fall
Stab his back, men
Let Crazy Horse stain the wall