There are rifles buried in the countryside
For the rising of the moon
May they lie there long forgotten
Till they rust away into the ground

Who will bend this ancient hatred, will the killing to an end?
Who will swallow long injustice, take the devil for a country man?
Who will say "this far, no further", if I die today?

Send no weapons, no more money
Send no vengeance across the seas
Just the blessing of forgiveness for my new countryman and mе

Missing brothers, martyred fellows, silеnt children in the ground
Could we but hear them, could they not tell us
"Time to lay God's rifle down"
Who will say, "This far, no further", oh Lord, if I die today?

Missing brothers, martyred fellows, silent children in the ground
Could we but hear them, could they not tell us
"Time to lay God's rifle down"
Who will say, "This far, no further", oh Lord, if I die today?