| The outlander walked into town, coverd in gore
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| He knew he could not wait much longer, he needed more
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| Death
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| Pain
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| Terror
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| Blood…
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| On the high plain they lost their lives
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| Hundreds were slain
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| Why they died no one will know
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| Their bloodstains will allways show for all time
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| Wasting no time he began defiling whores
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| He would be the last man they felt
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| A carnivore
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| Tear
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| Rape
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| Ravage
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| Maim
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| On the high plain they lost their lives
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| Hundreds were slain
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| Why they died no one knows
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| Their bloodstains will always show for all time
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| Firing, loaded rifle, never ending killing spree
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| Slashing with machette, body parts are the debris
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| There is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to the fullest
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| extent
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| One more town, slowly going down
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| This is the comming of endless torment
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| (Solo Jack Owen)
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| Unburied victims lie, blood soaking into the sand
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| Remains of the slain, a dead body wasteland
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| There is no escape, he holds your fate as the death rate climbs to the fullest
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| extent
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| One man left, sherif bereft, faces the stranger with intent
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| (Solo Pat O’Brien)
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| On the high plain they lost their lives
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| Hundreds were slain
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| Why they died no one will know
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| Their bloodstains will always sho for all…
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| Time
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| Expired
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| Big iron
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| Both die
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| On the high plain they lost their lives
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| Hundreds were slain
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| Why they died no one will know
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| Their bloodstains will always sho for all…
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| Slain |