Slain

	作词 : Owen
	The outlander walked into town, coverd in gore
	He knew he could not wait much longer, he needed more
	DeathPainBlood...
	TerrorOn the high plain they lost their lives
	Hundreds were slain
	Why they died no one will know
	Their bloodstains weill allways show for all time
	Wasting no time he began defiling whores
	TearRapeHe would be the last man they felt, a carnivore
	RavageMaim
	On the high plain they lost their lives
	Hundreds were slain
	Their bloodstains will always show for all time
	Firing, loaded rifle, never ending killing spree
	Why they died no one knows
	Slashing with machette, body parts are the debrisfullest extent
	One more town, slowly going down
	There is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to the
	This is the comming of endless torment[Solo Jack Owen]
	Remains of the slain, a dead body wasteland
	Unburied victims lie, blood soaking into the sand
	There is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to thefullest extent
	One man left, sherif bereft, faces the stranger with intent[Solo Pat O'Brien]
	On the high plain they lost their lives
	Hundreds were slain
	Why they died no one will know
	Their bloodstains will always sho for all...
	TimeBig iron
	Both dieExpired
	On the high plain they lost their lives
	Hundreds were slain
	Why they died no one will know
	Their bloodstains will always sho for all...
	Slain

	zuò cí : Owen
	The outlander walked into town, coverd in gore
	He knew he could not wait much longer, he needed more
	DeathPainBlood...
	TerrorOn the high plain they lost their lives
	Hundreds were slain
	Why they died no one will know
	Their bloodstains weill allways show for all time
	Wasting no time he began defiling whores
	TearRapeHe would be the last man they felt, a carnivore
	RavageMaim
	On the high plain they lost their lives
	Hundreds were slain
	Their bloodstains will always show for all time
	Firing, loaded rifle, never ending killing spree
	Why they died no one knows
	Slashing with machette, body parts are the debrisfullest extent
	One more town, slowly going down
	There is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to the
	This is the comming of endless torment Solo Jack Owen
	Remains of the slain, a dead body wasteland
	Unburied victims lie, blood soaking into the sand
	There is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to thefullest extent
	One man left, sherif bereft, faces the stranger with intent Solo Pat O' Brien
	On the high plain they lost their lives
	Hundreds were slain
	Why they died no one will know
	Their bloodstains will always sho for all...
	TimeBig iron
	Both dieExpired
	On the high plain they lost their lives
	Hundreds were slain
	Why they died no one will know
	Their bloodstains will always sho for all...
	Slain