Текст песни Rifleman - Fyrce Muons

Hand on the rifle
Is distant looking down one mile away
One single shot
One simple day
The beast of shine
The prey sits down
And Lord I pray

Aiming

Silent sweat
Glory of trees
The glory of war
The glory of sight
The glory of this
The glory of that
Split knees
A smell of war
An action brings
Stick it well
There is no pain
It's in my sight

Aiming