Simo Häyhä (Shuumatsu no Valkyrie) - PAPOCO DE 40TÃO

1939
A war is set
A farmer, your body moves
To protect the homeland

A countryside haunted by war
Has a ghost lurking
Do you hear the sound of silence?
It's Simo aiming

The gods want to wipe out
The humans of earth
I came to break the tie
Since I know of warfare

Leave the fighting to me this round
The representative of humans steps up
The Valkyrie becomes a weapon of battle
I'll be back soon
For a bit, sit down

I've spent so long breathing in this atmosphere
That I can feel the change in the atmosphere
Wars have turned me into an instrument of slaughter
But I never felt bliss in tragedy
Hey, God of Lies, I can feel your wrath
I analyze everything, your strength and weakness
Gods and humans look similar
Primarily with a bullet in the head

There are so many deaths in a winter so cold
They say Death walks with a rifle
And between bullets and bullets and bullets, I feel a chill
Deaths counted, counted, counted
Target on, target on, target on hand is the mission

Just the shot of a seasoned-
Just the shot of a seasoned veteran
Just the shot of a seasoned-
Just the shot of a seasoned veteran
Blood with snow on the ground (ground)
No strife, it's a casket (ground)
Just the shot of a seasoned-
Just the shot of a seasoned veteran

Welcome to the eleventh round
The God Loki let this human fight at home
I'll even explain my power, to make this fight easier
Hey, Loki, have you heard? Lies have short legs

So, cheater, go ahead
Make as many clones as you think are effective
Limited gunshots, for each shot
I make, from my organs, ammunition in the magazine
First, kidney, kidney, kidney
Each shot also hurts me, me, me
In life, in life, I felt it too

And I counted from body to body
Five hundred and forty dead
A bullet hits my face
I feel blood in my eyes
Every man I killed
Brought pain to my heart
So the shot I took
Was also my salvation

Forget the flashback, 'cause I'm back, Loki
You better not show your face to not catch a headshot
This will be the second bullet I fire
I hit it, but I don't recon you died
Because tricks like that don't work on me
Attacking from behind deserves being shot
The third organ is now converted
I aim and shoot, aim and shoot, shoot

Cheater, I feel that, deep down, you're lying
A body falling in the snow has a different sound
I will never forget the pain of taking a life
I'm aiming for your head
Final, final bullet, fifty percent chance
But a hundred percent accuracy (a hundred percent accuracy)

The victory of the fight goes to the Finn
Loki, you were the target five hundred and forty three

There are so many deaths in a winter so cold
They say Death walks with a rifle
And between bullets and bullets and bullets, I feel a chill
Deaths counted, counted, counted
Target on, target on, target on hand is the mission
(Target on, target on, target on hand is the mission)
(Target on, target on, target on hand is the mission)
(Target on, target on) target on hand is the mission

Just the shot of a seasoned-
Just the shot of a seasoned veteran
Just the shot of a seasoned-
Just the shot of a seasoned veteran
Blood with snow on the ground (ground)
No strife, it's a casket (ground)
Just the shot of a seasoned-
Just the shot of a seasoned veteran