Stone Cold Metal

Howl of a coyote wakes up a man
A haggard shadow in this wasted land
Vultures rise with the scorching sun
A dry wind blows in a silent town.

Some Whiskey to clear his head
And some for the brothers who are dead
Another day, another chase
Vigilantes will meet their fate.

Saddle your steed
We are riding tonight
Be ready to kill
Don't flee from a fight
Pillaging is in our blood
We bow to no one and no one at all!

Stone cold metal in his hand
Stirs wild rival of righteous man
Life of an outlaw; the gallows await
Until then they shall reign!

No border is too sacred
To cross and to spill the cup of hatred
Days to come are still unveiled
Take whats yours, no time to bewail!

Waning daylight, time to move on
Under a looming crescent moon
Another town, again to raze
Surely someone will pass deaths gate.

In the silence of the night
Treacherous lady of the evening
Deceived the whereabouts of marauders.

Ten bounty hunters are heading to the hideaway
A dark red desert moon
Shimmers it gloomy light
Upon a baneful affair of honour.

For a fleeting moment, eye meets eye
Silent respect before an inevitable solution
Dead or alive, Its all the same...