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