שירה: אופק
גיטרה ואפקטים: אופק



T`was a Sunday afternoon if I recall
Three man in the jungle
Fear, frustration, anger, boredom
Covered them
We hunt for the ancient beast they cried out.
I did not listen
Suddenly, noise "over there from the bushes"
The great beast has come.
The reload their rifles and stood ready to die
A great shadow overcame them,
The looked up in fear, no man can hold a gun straight after
seeing
The beast, she was magnificent she was amazing
Nisim's mother in all her glory
They never had a chance of knowing
It was a breathtaking sight to die with
She rose her hand into the air to strike
A mighty hand flew through the toward the
Three poor souls

(Bullet sound)

She's dead.

That's the story boy (told a man to he's dying boy)
That's the truth about your mother..
The horizon killed her