Howl of a coyote wakes up a man,
A haggard shadow in this wasted land
Vultures rise with the scorching sun
A dry wind blows in a silent town

Some Whiskey to clear his head
And some for the brothers who are dead
Another day, another chase,
Vigilantes will meet their fate

Saddle your steed
We are riding tonight
Be ready to kill
Don't flee from a fight
Pillaging is in our blood,
We bow to no one and no one at all!

Stone cold metal in his hand,
Stirs wild rival of righteous man
Life of an outlaw; the gallows await
Until then they shall reign!

No border is too sacred
To cross and to spill the cup of hatred
Days to come are still unveiled,
Take what's yours, no time to bewail!

Waning daylight, time to move on
Under a looming crescent moon
Another town, again to raze,
Surely someone will pass deaths gate

In the silence of the night
Treacherous lady of the evening,
Deceived the whereabouts of marauders

Ten bounty hunters are heading to the hideaway
A dark red desert moon
Shimmers it gloomy light
Upon a baneful affair of honour

For a fleeting moment, eye meets eye
Silent respect before an inevitable solution
Dead or alive, it's all the same