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