5 acessos
Eles vão matar todos nós
Oh, Sheena se ajoelha
E reza sobre os túmulos
E sobre os desejos de seu Deus para ser corajosa
As rosas que ela tinha escolhido
Caem de sua mão
No chão que a que
Logo ela irá pertencer
Sheena Bella
Sheena Bella caminha
E Sheena Bella se afasta
Oh, Sheena fatal, conta seus últimos dias
As cores da grama
As sombras no chão
As coisas preciosas para quais ela
Não tinha tempo
Ela tinha apenas 4 anos de idade
Ela mal tinha 4 anos de idade
Sheena Bella
Eles vão matar todos nós
They're gonna kill us all
Oh sheena kneels
And prays over the graves
And wishes of her god to be so brave
The roses she had picked
Fall from her hand
On to the ground which
Will soon hold her
Sheena Bella
Sheena Bella walks and
Sheena Bella strays
Oh, fetal Sheena counts off her last days
The colors of the grass
The shadows on the floor
The precious things that she
Had no time for
She was only 4 years old
She was barely 4 years old
Sheena Bella
They're gonna kill us all