Make sure nobody there is breathing
And if they are, just let them slowly be.
You know, the desert would have saved our bullets
If we could only set them free.

See children? They're the toughest business.
I still can't shoot the kids with opened eyes.
Let's go, my horse can't stand the smell of corpses
We have to reach the village by sunrise.


Red smoke on the village,
red air is still,
We're squeezing the daggers,
We're going to kill.

My friends, and the others
And many of us
Divine is our mission
With sabres and guns

Today we will slaughter
Those Christian fools,
Who reaped our harvest,
Who broke our rules.

The rifles are loaded
the count is set
One movement of fingers
And silence is dead.

My ears used to rattle
My eyes used to death
How many more roads
Do we have to paint red?

Throw deads to the river
Away from the roads
And redness of water
Becomes their resort...


See mothers? they're the toughest business
they clutch to infants even when it dies,
Let's go, my horse can't stand the smell of corpses
We have to reach the village by sunrise.

What's that, my boy, I hope you don't feel guilty
Don't wipe the redness off your palms and hands
Blood on your nails is like a sweating dagger
We'll show it when we're back to our friends.



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