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Howl of a coyote wakes up a man, |
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A haggard shadow in this wasted land. |
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Vultures rise with the scorching sun. |
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A dry wind blows in a silent town. |
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Some Whiskey to clear his head |
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And some for the brothers who are dead. |
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Another day, another chase, |
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Vigilantes will meet their fate. |
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Saddle your steed |
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We are riding tonight |
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Be ready to kill |
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Don't flee from a fight. |
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Pillaging is in our blood, |
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We bow to no one and no one at all! |
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Stone cold metal in his hand, |
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Stirs wild rival of righteous man. |
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Life of an outlaw; the gallows await. |
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Until then they shall reign! |
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No border is too sacred |
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To cross and to spill the cup of hatred. |
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Days to come are still unveiled, |
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Take whats yours, no time to bewail! |
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Waning daylight, time to move on |
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Under a looming crescent moon. |
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Another town, again to raze, |
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Surely someone will pass deaths gate. |
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In the silence of the night |
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Treacherous lady of the evening, |
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Deceived the whereabouts of marauders. |
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Ten bounty hunters are heading to the hideaway. |
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A dark red desert moon |
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Shimmers it gloomy light. |
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Upon a baneful affair of honour. |
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For a fleeting moment, eye meets eye. |
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Silent respect before an inevitable solution. |
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Dead or alive, Its all the same... |