"One Shot, One Silence"

Holding my breath on the cold, frozen ground, Through my scope—movement, the enemy’s found. My fingers are one with the rifle so tight, But I can’t shoot a man who’s turned his back in flight. A shadow appears in the fog of the night, Now I must pull the trigger—end his life. This choice is tearing my soul in two, For breaking God’s law—what else can I do? [Chorus] Just one shot—then silence remains, Thou shalt not kill—truth’s bitter stain. The world stands still, time holds its breath, In my crosshair—could be Ukraine’s death. [Solo acoustic guitar] This job’s all about a moment in time, A trigger’s pull and a last dying cry. Are you ready to make the call? To live with guilt—or to lose it all? When you’ve seen their face, their last fleeting gaze, You’ll never go back to your innocent days. You’ve watched as the light left their eyes, Maybe stole a father—left children to cry. [Chorus] Just one shot—then silence remains, Thou shalt not kill—truth’s bitter stain. The world stands still, time holds its breath, In my crosshair—could be Ukraine’s death. [Solo acoustic guitar] But know this—they hunt you too, On this front line—you don’t wanna lose. Drones circle like hawks in the sky, And I lie here coiled, ready to die. A sniper can’t afford a mistake, One slip—and it’s your life they’ll take. It’s kill or be killed, no third way, That’s the sniper’s curse—the price we pay. [Chorus] Just one shot—then silence remains, Thou shalt not kill—truth’s bitter stain. The world stands still, time holds its breath, In my crosshair—could be Ukraine’s death. [Solo acoustic guitar] But what can we do? Our brothers are gone, Chasing a dream that was never their own. Russia and Ukraine—once side by side, Now torn apart by hate and pride. And so it goes—brother fights brother, Poisoned by words of a madman’s druthers. Believing the lies of a twisted mind, Two Soviet peoples—now death they find. [Chorus] Just one shot—then silence remains, Thou shalt not kill—truth’s bitter stain. The world stands still, time holds its breath, In my crosshair—could be Ukraine’s death. [Outro] [End]