Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Reaping, artist -Date of issue: 18.02.2014
Song language: English
The Reaping |
| 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 |