On my horse I ride across this red ground; the wind scratched my eyes; the sun looks like a lighthouse on the horizon; guiding my soul to the next fight; I see the blood in my hands Maybe this is the deadline the sun call me on the horizon; guiding my soul to the light; I feel thirsty; thirst for revenge; I feel thirsty; my lips dried up; Yes, I go ahead; Roses! I see a wreath of roses; My shot wasn't the fastest; I'm surrounded by roses; I kissed the ground, I kissed the ground;