Текст песни
One last shot has reached his head, with clear mind and heart let s reaping come, astonishment cross their fading eyes
hile take no prisoners
dance one last song while falling down
hile take no prisoners
before the fall he caught the bag
bloody rage wipes out the pain
I see forty cowboys riding fast, one roar that brings the end
His voice broke through the air, one roar that brings the end
whiz of bullets over my head
The hunter drew the gun, the hunter drew the gun, a bullet hole through his hand
Before the fall he caught the bag, following a path that leads to death
Before the fall he caught the bag, we re waiting concealed in bad grass Reaping, one roar that brings the end
But mine will drop them down dead, his voice broke through the air SpellBlast, one last shot has reached his head
A bullet hole through his hand, spitfires in our hands
we re waiting concealed in bad grass
One roar that brings the end, a bullet hole through his hand
leave them no way to escape
they re coming towards us
A shout rose from the plains, with clear mind and heart let s reaping come, astonishment cross their fading eyes
the hunter drew the gun
Your soul rests forever on west ground, bloody rage wipes out the pain
A shout rose from the plains, his voice broke through the air
His voice broke through the air, astonishment cross their fading eyes
Red flowers bloom on dusty clothes, we re now standing side by side SpellBlast, leave them no way to escape
Spitfires in our hands, one roar that brings the end Reaping, hile take no prisoners
We re waiting concealed in bad grass, spitfires in our hands
We re now standing side by side, the hunter drew the gun, his voice broke through the air
We re waiting concealed in bad grass, we re now standing side by side
But mine will drop them down dead, a bullet hole through his hand, his voice broke through the air
one last shot has reached his head
I hold my slingshot in one s grasp, whiz of bullets over my head Reaping, his voice broke through the air
i hold my slingshot in one s grasp
Your soul rests forever on west ground, red flowers bloom on dusty clothes, afraid but not scared of what will be
following a path that leads to death
One last shot has reached his head, i hold my slingshot in one s grasp
but mine will drop them down dead
Spitfires in our hands, i hold my slingshot in one s grasp, afraid but not scared of what will be