Smoke shrouds the sun
cannot hide, cannot run
bullets fly, blood flows red
today is the day of the dead.
A phantom rider, a ranger ghost
fire burns, a hellish frost
once a living town now it's lost
every desicion has a cost
They left him to rot, left him to die
he now rides again, a living corpse
out in the fields scarecrows sigh
gallows are ready, the hanging ropes
The fangs of the jackal, the bite of death
he burns the desert, he scorches the earth
ashes to ashes and dust falls on dust
their bones make piles, their skulls are crushed
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