| Hells breaking loose when the daltons rode
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| Terrorizing aims get off the ground
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| Fellows-hip by brotherhood in arms
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| Despising law and order, got remand
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| Their soul has slept in cold eclipse
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| Roused by fighting spirit
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| Following the promised way straight
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| To the dawn of dying
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| Dancing to the beat of the singing guns
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| Another soul is passing by
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| At the dawn of dying
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| The dawn of dying
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| Barrels sight their heads in coffeville
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| Lured into the trap the end is near
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| At least the dead await the final storm
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| Baptized in fire, bodies to adorn
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| Bullets flow dehumanized
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| But the purge is done
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| Within the one who told the story
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| Within the truth about the glory
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| Of the dawn of dying
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| The dawn of dying
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| Forever crucified at the judgement’s wooden spine
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| The final pulse of history
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| Forever buried there where the others lie
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| Old west infinity
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| Perfect genocide is computerized
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| The laughing face of death around
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| The warning that nobody realized
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| Will take us to the dawn
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| The dawn of dying
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| The dawn of dying |