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