Trigger

At last your bloody trail endsAl fin tu rastro sangriento termina

In a dank and dirty dim lit diveEn un antro húmedo, sucio y mal iluminado

And oh how so fitting for your sorry graveY oh, qué apropiado para tu triste tumba

You'll never leave this place aliveNunca saldrás vivo de este lugar

You're not quite what I expectedNo eres exactamente lo que esperaba

You're small, sad, frail and afraidEres pequeño, triste, frágil y asustado

But that doesn't change all the things that you've donePero eso no cambia todas las cosas que has hecho

You'd better start saying a prayerMás te vale empezar a rezar

I pulled back the hammer so slowlyJalé el gatillo tan lentamente

My stiffening finger preparedMi dedo entumecido preparado

And "Vengeance is Mine!" screamed the triggerY '¡La venganza es mía!' gritó el gatillo

As badly-played blues filled the airMientras el blues mal tocado llenaba el aire

I know you don't know who I amSé que no sabes quién soy

Your memory faded by yearsTu memoria desvanecida por los años

But that doesn't matter as long as you diePero eso no importa mientras mueras

This moment seen clearly through tearsEste momento visto claramente entre lágrimas

His hands showed the trembling of terrorSus manos mostraban el temblor del terror

His eyes displayed pools of great painSus ojos reflejaban charcos de gran dolor

And all of the justifications I'd madeY todas las justificaciones que había hecho

Were no longer clear in my brainYa no estaban claras en mi mente

I found myself telling my storyMe encontré contándole mi historia

To him who had caused me such painA él que me había causado tanto dolor

And "Vengeance is Mine!" screamed the triggerY '¡La venganza es mía!' gritó el gatillo

Then outside it started to rainEntonces afuera empezó a llover

I'll probably live to regret itProbablemente viviré para arrepentirme

I let the poor murderer goDejaré ir al pobre asesino

And "Vengeance is Mine!" screamed the triggerY '¡La venganza es mía!' gritó el gatillo

But triggers are heartless and coldPero los gatillos son despiadados y fríos