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