Текст песни Stone Cold Metal

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!
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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...