(one, two)

In the heat of the desert sun,

on the blistering trail

An appaloosa and

a wanted man sprung from jail

Slow in motion and shadow-less

The switch and the spurs

Every living thing,

with a fatal sting

Bark and rattle this curse

The rider hallucinates

The snapping hooves on the sand

Spits a venom dream, recalls a stranger scream

And a broken hand...

The saddle spotted with sweat and blood

The poison pumps through his veins

There's no stopping this,

and now he's powerless

Still holding the reigns...

Any pour souls who trespass against us

Whether it be beast or man

Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight

By those who inhabit this land

For there's is the power and this is the kingdom

As sure as the sun does burn

So enter this path, but heed these four words:

You shall never return...

Any pour souls who trespass against us

Whether it be beast or man

Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight

By those who inhabit this land

For there's is the power and this is the kingdom

As sure as the sun does burn

So enter this path, but heed these four words,

You shall never return...