I have come from the north To plead the cause of my people I would like to be able to threaten you But you are far greater in strength I know that I should plead with you But I am proud, because in my heart I am still a man Come on and crush me under the iron wheels of your freedom Break my bones with your clumsy policy Crush out my breath with your self-serving justice This is the closely written text of a martyrs death This is the conquered chieftains song. Among my people my treasured epitaph; "Better to die under their hand than to live under it." But my hearts comfort is not so noble And lies more clearly in a simple truth; That I was never you.