The Reaping
Inglés

Letra de The Reaping

ÁlbumNineteen
Año2014
GéneroFolk
Duración5:11
Idioma originalInglés
Vistas54
AaLectura
Tamaño 18

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We' re waiting concealed in bad grass Wind filled with sand is blowing strong Afraid but not scared of what will be They're coming towards us I see forty cowboys riding fast Following a path that leads to death I hold my slingshot in one's grasp With clear mind and heart let's "reaping come" A shout rose from the plains, "Hile, hile take no prisoners" His voice broke through the air Leave them no way to escape Spitfires in our hands One roar that brings the end, Whiz of bullets over my head But mine will drop them down dead. Astonishment 'cross their fading eyes, Red flowers bloom on dusty clothes Dance one last song while falling down Your soul rests forever on west ground A shout rose from the plains "Hile, hile take no prisoners" His voice broke through the air Leave them no way to escape Spitfires in our hands, One roar that brings the end, Whiz of bullets over my head But mine will drop them down dead The hunter drew the gun A bullet hole through his hand, Screaming vengeance now in vain Bloody rage wipes out the pain One last shot has reached his head Before the fall he caught the bag We're now standing side by side But a spark of pink light has taken his mind

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