Nimetön

Year was eighteen o' one.

There was a girl
Far from the land of east and dust.
Her eyes were like two voids on the sun
Full of despair and lust.

There was a boy
Deep down from the west
Gun-toting maniac; "Hero" they say
Mythic creature; Eyes flaming brimstone red.
Killed thousands of men; Suffered thousand deaths.

Ba-damdamdam, Ba-damdamdam said the hooves of the horses

Hang up your pistols, son
Hang up your rifle, son
World is full of mysteries
Things that you can't kill.

He raced with the sun, so did the girl
Existence of each other was unknown.
He tried to kill the sun, so did the girl
Meaning of life long lost and gone.

Year was eighteen eighty one

Boy, was he tired
Girl, was she grown old

Finally they shall meet each other
At the funeral pyres.

Hang up your pistols, sister
Hang up your rifle, sister
World is full of mysteries
Things that you can't kill.

Hang up your pistols, son
Hang up your heart, son
World is full of mysteries
Things that you can't love.