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 too 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 Thе dagger’s wet Piercе 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? Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah