Rifle

Turn your head boy
The deer has fled
Boots and rifles
Are stained with red

Close your eyes boy
There's nowt but death
Palms and fingerprints
Are stained all red
Red, red, red
Red, red, red, red

In that cave we found
Cloth and steel that bound your callous hands
Rising from the tomb of your mother's womb
Are you happy now
Now the world is bare
People sing your prayers but you talk to loud
Can you stay a while
Whisper tell me why
Oh God, how you've grown

(Ah) crush to dust
(Ah) all you love
(Ah) does it feel good
(Ah) spilling blood?

In your little fist
The dagger's wet
Pierce and ruin me
But to what end?
End, end, let this be the end
The end, the end, the end, end

(Ah) crush to dust
(Ah) all you love
(Ah) does it feel good
(Ah) spilling blood?

Les fleurs meurent sous ton regard
Les mers se brisent dans tes bras
Le pouvoir de tes mains m'éclatent
Je grimpe au ciel avec hâte
Le pouvoir de ton grand orage
Je m'enfuis entre les nuages
Mais le ciel n'a rien à me dire
Les étoiles détournent leur visage
L'aube rampe à travers le nuit
C'est toi mon fils, tu es la fin

(Ah) crush to dust
(Ah) all you love
(Ah) does it feel good
(Ah) spilling blood?