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